In every passing moment.
In understanding ties.
We spent a lifetime hoping,
That everyone’s as open,
To travelling these lines our friend found us by drawing.
Drown out these fires.
Drown out these crass demands.
Take back these ideas,
These words and notes and papers and plans.
And in the end,
No-one even noticed that this is why we’re here.
Another day comes and plasters over everything before.
We’re still here.
When your midweek ends like life would.
You’re a friend that we’ve not met yet son.