Automatic gun sounding rain
Awkward silence kept at distance by the TV
Past midnight, you, me, joined by pain
Is this it, where you and I will no longer be?

An old couch, my knees beneath your fingers
Four bottles of lime-cactus
Two hearts beating, fragments of love lingers
Both wondering what cracked us

No worries, these moments - now and never
No hurries, these moments - ours forever

People work in mysterious ways
You grow out of the ones grown into
And life passes in regular pace
Once, all we wanted was to fall through

Together

Cactus-lime
Then was our time

Ever together