Call Across Rooms

I've a present to give you

When we finally figure it out

Funny that we still haven't figured it out

How we're still turning circles

In the vale that disguises

One flesh from the other

We were but reflections

Of rooms that hold echoes

Across the divide

Of rooms with a ragged interior

We hid under the lavender meadows

And pulled back infinite curtains

But windy as the moon changes

Our love was nothing

God, just to feel you

And maybe we'll figure it out

And then I can give you my letter

Scatter the glass in the hallway

Call across rooms with the echo