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