Why so covered in Lighting, why the cut to your face
Fire holds you now you are not a disgrace
Inside Outside and Epiphany, a single shot in the space of time

A vortex of sweet hues, your face outlined

And the pastel Colours paint the Wind

A rustic, silver moonlit tint
A shadow of the Flint, a smoothing of your blink


My Words and your Ears, were meant to take the hint
When will the space between us defragment?


Why the undulating laughter, that coalesce my Ears
When will you step off the Screen and into my Peers


Then we'd sneak away alone, into our Cave of marble, jade and stone
And there we will set forth the colour Blue
And I would take you by the hand, and from my Dairy wipe all of my plans

And we would make our music lovely and true

My Words and your Ears, were meant to take the hint

When will the space between us defragment?

If I was to plant a Seed, whose Fuit would bear all that I need

The soft, brown Earth would surely give birth to You.
And I would save your sorry soul, and from my hands wipe all of my control
And then I'd put you into my morning Dew

But printed on the Screen, 'No memory can be seen'
I guess I'll just have to defragment.