If we tape up all that’s breaking,
making do, we’ll make it through
and it might just take us someplace.

Can you see his face?

How do you know that he’s the right one
if you never keep the light on,

The radio’s belting out a tune
which could be your song,
but you’re busy looking at the moon,
wondering,
why does it take so long.

Seemingly you’re dreaming, but when
did dreams become so real?

Did you feel the latent earthquakes
did they shake you wide awake
were they the oneness that you longed for
or the one that made you break.