slow dancing in a sunny room
on a empty day

a bright moment in a bleak outlook
    
removed from the channel's purposeful rush
anchored to the banks, we are free

spinning as life flows by



the room is empty, as is the day,
but we fill both with the features of our faces
                                                                ­                  and the echoes of our laughter


we spin on our heels, we spin on the moment
and it is gone

we break apart and leave the room
the sun stays behind to warm the bed