The four of us were sitting at a table of fire
Two of them procrastinating in a perponderance of serious desire
Expressing moments of silent intreege and self want, that had to be expressed
Explaining intress in the pressure of soft, sweet, feelings that had to be confessed
Tan-ga-ble tear drops fell from above
Selecting the words explaing how this was falling in love
Sections of explations passed into the gates of the world of Atlantis
Wishful thinking is driving to the inside of the times at hand with that praying mantis
Registers are ringing of the thought of getting paid
While cooking dinner and adding some sage
Elevating to a place of getting bye
With this love, explaining ,well, I just had to try!
Laying here, I am just, Passing Into Time..