That thin line is where I want to be Cut off between us two. No matter how much we change, this line will always be. Between motorized vehicles the patter of shoes, old & new. Spaced out between concrete plateaus and painted highway lines. The onlookers & passerbys caught in the wind without second glance, that thin line where I want to be Can only be described as Beside you. Between the trees, beside the small lakes & birds of your imagination, That thin line where I end & you begin. Our invisible bridge where my voice tickles your ear & is miles long That thin line that grasps your hand & mind. No matter how much we change this line will always be & this line where we always meet