the tight lipped fever found her way

again with one embrace a rapid pulse

could give it away. and she'll move on,she'll move on

you must have been milleniums ahead of comprehending

synchronized time collapsing, time collapsing

and she'll move on and on...

with foreheads numb we move to feel ...

and set the clocks aside we'll

stare, n' we'll start and pause. 

oh my god we were not intended for this 

tight lipped fever that found her way again. 

tongues explode in our archaic demise. 

and she'll move on and on...

with foreheads numb we move to feel ...

and set the clocks aside we'll

stare, n' we'll start and pause.

time forgave everything within her to

discover disguse a convenient lapse of 

a memory.