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

  These 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
    It would be rushing in
    Instead here we are
    In a silence more eloquent
    Than any word could ever be

  And is gone
  Gone
  Gone
  And is gone