we re not together here though we lie entwined to make room for the other presence we both draw back in our minds i have a prophecy threatening to spill into words this growing certainty of over there once was a time i was sure of the bond when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough we are the same but our lives move along and the third one between replaces what once was love freedom is being alone i fear liberation but something more alive then silence swallows conversation no pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes the swelling fermata as the chord dies there once was a time i was sure of the bond when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough we are the same but our lives move along and the third one between replaces what once was love there s no denying we feel the third one we do i m tired of hiding and so are you there once was a time i was sure of the bond when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough we are the same but our lives move along and the third one between replaces what once was love1
['ectofolk', 'lilith', 'melancholia', 'piano rock']