In this place You and I have been here before,
It breathes in between what is and what could be,
An object from a place where the soul reflects the sea.
You and I have been here before,
In this place between what is and what could be
An adaptless object where the soul is souless to see
In this place You and I have been here before
It blinks in between what is and what could be
An object from a space where the soul's eye is the key
You and I have been here before
In this place between what is and what could be
An ever changing window is where the soul controls it's destiny.
It breathes in between what is and what could be,
In this place You and I are here,
In and Out of this object where the soul is it's fear
In this place You and I are not here,
It listens in between what is and what could be,
An object in silent chaos within me.