The water's drying
Misty watercolour streetlights
So goes the architecture
Of this world
We're slowly giving up on

Helpless as it sounds
We're all alone
Traffic waits for no one
Tossed into the slipstream
Of every convention
And meeting and court case
Listed in this wilderness
Our restless inner business

Slipping on innuendo
Strangest of all lubricants
The distance
Between every conviction
And our forever
Imperfect actions

We need more kissing