There are moments when I cling to you
Like a cotton shirt clings in a downpour
I hold fast to those infinite moments
And try to make the feeling stick

But we cut the cord, you and I
There are whole years between us now
I don't know why my mind still calls to you
When I know you won't come back

I think I must be mourning the cusp
Those days we teetered on the edge
Claustrophobic, coming clean
And begging the future to come meet us

Only two faces spell out fear to me
And I have to cast yours out
I can't keep waiting for the fallout
Of a bomb that never woke

Our infinity was only smoke