Come on. I'd love to talk to you outside, In the open air: somewhere To take it, too, and watch it go Anywhere: in here. You never know. And i don't mean to chase you down. I need the dance to slow, closing up And going out, passing As the words to come, slipping As the nights will do, burning As the clouded sun letting nothing through (Well, Here it is:) You see, the walls are gone sometimes There's no other way. Is looking down, still moving on? I think you'd know what to say. Are you warming in the dark? See the times above us move. How close is just too far, setting off Into 'i will', though I've been thrown before I guess, Put the bones to use! I'm hoping that you'll find my door. O come on, I'd love to talk to you.