If language were liquid
 It would be rushing in
 Instead here we are
 In a silence more eloquent
 Than any word could ever be

 Words are too solid
 They don't move fast enough
 To catch the blur in the brain
 That flies by and is gone
 Gone
 Gone
 Gone

 I'd like to meet you
 In a timeless
 Placeless place
 Somewhere out of context
 And beyond all consequences

 Let's go back to the building
 (Words are too solid)
 On Little West Twelfth
 It is not far away
 (They don't move fast enough)
 And the river is there
 And the sun and the spaces
 Are all laying low
 (To catch the blur in the brain)
 And we'll sit in the silence
 (That flies by and is)
 That comes rushing in and is
 Gone (Gone)

 I won't use words again
 They don't mean what I meant
 They don't say what I said
 They're just the crust of the meaning
 With realms underneath
 Never touched
 Never stirred
 Never even moved through

 If language were liquid
 I
Instead here we are
 In a silence more eloquent
 Than any word could ever be

 And it's gone
 Gone
 Gone
 And it's gone