Closer - Matt Pond PA

It was the rocks you liked 
So much you'd throw them 
Down into the river's darkness 
Down from where the trains go flying 
Your legs hung out 

Into the air - we'll keep on kicking 
We're moving but it's never going 
When we go it's like we're faking 
Two palms, no sound 

*Closer and closer 
The beam's width that's between us 
Gets just a little leaner 
We ought to fail to see it 

**And if I go to the left 
And if you move to the right 
So that we've hit and spilled 
We've turned it off in the night 

Between the banks that roll 
The glass hidden motion 
Above we go on without knowing 
The pines control the wild sarcasm 
To hold us up 

And time was held 
Well worth the holding 
Waste when you try to save 
Save it and it ends up wasted 
You know these words 

Answer we entered 
The trains won't ride beside us 
But water moves beneath us 
And takes away the sense of hearing it all