Quantum Longing
(hummm) Tired eyes trace the same old lines
Meaning slips through fingers like sand (ahhh)
Safe in the dark but the walls still breathe
We chase the void
for a thread of light
Exhausted hearts
still reach for the night (yeah)
Questions pile like unread mail
Connection feels like a loaded gun
Meaning hides in the spaces between
Fade into the quiet gold (ahhh)