Where do we stand? For whom do we wait?
Our unborn thoughts perhaps...
We've watched them walk by ,
Not sparing a frugal glance...
My love, aren't we getting late?

No one will have a hand to lend,
We've to build a world out of  morsels...
Stick by stick, soul by soul.
No one will say, "Love! You were right!"
Pull the thread, while the tear we mend...

Ignore the pretty colors my love,
We will thrive in black and white...
We will watch the sunset from the fringes of their lives..
We will remain out of sight.

We lie unclaimed in each other's graves,
Yet we seem to be so much more...
The universe is made of me and you...
We shine brighter than the flashing windows...
Only for each other's eye