And nothing more
Days and passing around borrowed
then we watch reality
into what it is and isn't the smooth opening
or closing of a door with a shadow who looks like you
And If I could't forget would that make me immortal
If I would forget would that make you dead
or weak to the sound of tumbles
And there we are staring under a tree
and a breeze caresses your hair
and the branches call your name
If there was a an opening to a door
would a widow peak or mourn
and to me it's another passing day
but to you it's enternity