Language
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                                 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