Wood Wheel

Doubt six floors above the ground
When I leave, are you gone?
The cold will cradle your descent
But I don’t really care for the sentiment
Boy, this pounding in my head wasn’t here before
Mark the passage of our meals
By your turn, by your hum
Now we sit and dine alone
Just like when we were young
Boy, this pounding in my head wasn’t here before
We age and grow tired of things as they age
Time passed, the story changed
And we were never here before
Never here before, never here, never here
I since saw you in a dream, you were a pool and I was swimming