Free from antiquity
There's two of you and one of me
No Castor no Pollux
Similarity beyond us
What an awful looking climb
So glad you had the time
Unfinished, unpolished
Torn up by what's beyond us
What will it take to fill
That hole-shaped part of you?
Wasn't all those laughs
That got you through
Up on the hill,
You're close yet so far-sighted
Hey what if all this dust
Might find us reunited?
Walking out at daybreak on the street
All of your illusions come to meet
Hold yourself close
And don't unlock the door
For any young fool in his prime
Sitting down a while for a show
All our friends the actors moving slow
One or the other held you one time
What did they say
About changing your mind
About what matters most?