No reply... I'm trying hard to somehow frame a reply
Pictures, I've got pictures, and
I run them in my head
When I can't sleep at night.

Looking out at the white world and the moon
I feel a soft exchange taking place,
Merging with the people on the frames,
Blurring my face, and conversation

Slow motion...
Slow motion...

Hush... can you feel the trees so far away
Hush... can you feel the breeze of another day

When we held each other close in the night
As we wheeled away in our own light
Stepping sideways into our own time
Such a simple way

Slow motion...
Slow motion...

Then we held each other close in the night
As we wheeled away in our own light
And some of us found another tide
And drifted away

Slow motion...
Slow motion...