Our song is an endless, ever-repeating litany
Blanks between the lyrics, almost meaningless
Chanted along with our names, echoes incessantly
Just as long as we listen to the melody's caress

Timed beats, let's not lose ourselves
In the words we don't understand
Like forgotten tales stuck in the bookshelves
Abandoned in a merciless wasteland

Heart pulsates with every spoken syllable
Count them, count the seconds of our lives
Will knowing make us less gullible?
Discern the path, which reason jives?

Our song is an eternal, unspoken prayer
Lyrics are often too vague to mean anything
It goes on with only two words to decipher
Your name, my name is all that fills everything.