Writing words for no one With a hand that no one else could know I never asked for this body I never ask for much at all Regarding the divine This god isn't mine Everything is moving slowly Everything is slowly closing on me Everyone is talking softly Pressed against the window waiting for the sign to come Writing down every morning dream Like there's secrets in every syllable Busy hands make idle minds But my busy mind's inconsolable Regarding time This life isn't mine Everything is moving slowly Everything is slowly closing on me Everything is moving slowly Everything is slowly closing on me