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.