Strangely much of what you say Doesn’t touch me. Strangely much of what you do Lacks purpose. A deviation from usual routines A sparkling firework Uplifting. But more. You anchored in me We intertwined That's where it all began And where it ends. We lack the ability to express What we know What we feel so deeply We never speak out For we lack the words And our voices seldom carry. A motion in the still sea of eternity A mirage enclosed in an illusion Enclosed in a puzzled mind. How can it be meaningful If everything is so fleeting? How can it be significant If it isn’t at all As it seems to be? How can it be love If love doesn't exist? [bridge] How can it be meaningful If everything is so fleeting? [chorus] How can it be significant If it isn’t at all As it seems to be? How can it be love If love doesn't exist? [crescendo] [outro] [end]
