Lyrics
I've a present to give you
I have a gift to offer you
When we finally figure it out
When we eventually understand or solve something
Funny that we still haven't figured it out
It's ironic that we still haven't understood it
How we're still turning circles
We're stuck in a repetitive cycle or pattern
In the vale that disguises
In a place that conceals or masks
One flesh from the other
The indistinguishable boundary between two individuals
We were but reflections
We were only reflections of spaces filled with reverberations
Of rooms that hold echoes
Rooms containing echoes that separate us
Across the divide
Between spaces or distances
Of rooms with a ragged interior
Rooms characterized by a worn or torn interior
We hid under the lavender meadows
We sought shelter beneath fragrant fields
And pulled back wind-fanned curtains
And opened curtains moved by the wind
But windy as the moon changes
But changeable like the wind or moon
Our love was nothing
Our love amounted to nothing
God, just to feel you
Just to have the sensation of your presence
And maybe we'll figure it out
Perhaps we'll understand it eventually
And then I can give you my letter
Then I can give you my message or communication
Scatter the glass in the hallway
Scatter the broken glass in the corridor
Call across rooms with the echo
Communicate loudly across spaces with reverberations
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