Wood Wheel Lyrics

Doubt six floors above the ground
When I leave, are you gone?

The cold will cradle your descent
But I don't really care for the sentiment

Boy, this pounding in my head wasn't here before

Mark the passage of our meals
By your turn, by your hum

Now we sit and dine alone
Just like when we were young

Boy, this pounding in my head wasn't here before

We age and grow tired of things as they age
Time passed, the story changed
And we were never here before

Never here before, never here, never here

I since saw you in a dream, you were a pool and I was swimming