Dots just like constellations Leading to your lips I wonder why, in your eyes You choose me to exist Phone clutched like contraband I wait for it to ring To pass the time, to know your life For you to tell me anything It's spoken from your eyes It's low but drenched in might It's slow but we have time Clocks just imagination Time does not exist When you and I, lean and slide Dancing words inside a tryst Placate my tired temper Lead me to your walls Stone by stone, let me know When I can call you just my own It's spoken from your eyes It's low but drenched in might It's slow but we have time