How about a moment
To stop and think and reason
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Love is a machine
In need of some oil
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
These feelings too deeply