You're reason, barely heart you show
I'm both of them, both consume me
Both distort things I should know

Your nature's light but not inconstant
That's my belief,my hope
Two lonesome stupid plays of my mind
That cannot follow their quiet oath

Time's relentless, it leads you somewhere else
There is not much that I can really do or say
The heart's wounded, mind's so very tired
But my hands can at least invite you to stay