How little we know of what there is to know My head is filled with the aching hollowness of wanting I know, I’ve always known that beauty doesn’t mean anything Unless you can share it Lying in your lap, like a thread in the golden light The future is yours, and the present is mine, And the present Well, it's not all that it might be The afternoon sun sets feebly, casting a nebulous glow We bathe in ghostly shadows And when the sun sinks, we open all the windows Nothing on the hillside but a shiny bed of lights Our hands touching, as we listen to music together The fuzzy voices rattling the dust on the linoleum We might just be okay together Whispering I love you in nervous ambivalence And telling each other about our *** dreams.