He beauty and the pain of this connection comes again
To remind me I am losing my telepathy
Thought for thought and wordless knowing
Instantaneous and growing
The deep empathic state that we once shared
The bitter truth I'm forced to swallow
Makes me choke on each tomorrow
As Hamlet’s phantom to you I must appear
The world is turning the wrong way
I feel this gravity
Pulling you away from me
The world is turning the wrong way
Now through dead eyes I see
It’s turning you away from me
They will use a blind belief to vindicate obscenity
To justify each misery that you now must endure
Question everything that you see
Promises they give so freely
Will all hide a much darker truth within
Now the importance of each moment is revealed and it’s my torment
Time will slow down but will never stop for us
The world is turning the wrong way
I feel this gravity
Pulling you away from me
The world is turning the wrong way
Now through dead eyes I see
It’s turning you away from me
I was eighteen days away
I was eighteen days away
From a moment that was already lost I just did not know
I was eighteen days away
I was eighteen days away
If I could go back and change one thing then I would be there now
You were in my hands
You were in my arms
Arms that were not strong enough to hold on
I didn't understand
The consequences of
The smallest choices
I always believed I would have a second chance
The world is turning the wrong way
I feel this gravity
Pulling you away from me
The world is turning the wrong way
Now through dead eyes I see
It’s turning you away from me
“The speed of light dropped between 1928 and 1945”
“Our thoughts don't seem to be inside our brains”
Rupert Sheldrake
