The tight lipped fever found her way again with one embrace A rapid pulse could give it away And she'll move on to where We must have been millenniums ahead of comprehending Synchronized time collapsing and she'll move on With foreheads numb we move to feel And set the clocks aside We move to synchronize in stares, in start and pause Oh my God we were not intended for this tight lipped fever that found her way again Tongues explode in our archaic demise Time forgave everything within her to discover disguise A convenient lapse of a memory.