Cardboard Robot - The Meeting Places

All will close, you will know

Keep you on the other side

In my mind perfect

Even though we’re being told

In these times, trading lines

We’re all the same

Time, it slows

As distance grows

Can you hold the hands for half a day?

By the way you’re acting of course it’s strained

You’ll twist the words all around me, it’s always your way

Will things work or will it hurt, it’s a game

I’ll be the one on the sidelines shouting your name

Waiting for thoughts to form

Try to describe a dream

That we can all dissect

Words will go

Through soul’s windows

Even within lies you’ll have your say