And I could be in the street talking to some strangers
Take a slow and careful gaze of architectural features
Looking through the eyes that promised you new dangers
Come through a door and in a dream no one can ever reach us
But we have never met
We have never met
We have never met
Oh - at least not yet
And I could be cutting flowers, feeling for these strangers
Digging up the silence of their foot-of-garden schemes
Or we could fly across a room full of busy angels
Whispering our secrets and descending on their dreams
(Chorus)
And we could still be stuck in school, classes passing strangers
I climb your ivy-muted halls where only tongues can see
The subtleties of language verb subject rearrange us
It doesn't matter that we've never met to you or me
(Guitar playing, no chorus)
It doesn't really matter in these vaults of symmetry
It doesn't really matter in space or time to be
It doesn't really matter in these faults of memory
It doesn't really matter when, if they bring you to me
But we have never met
We have never met
We have never met
Oh - at least not yet
