Not Turning Older

My idea

Isn't quite your idea

Your bright eyes

Does not comply to mine

Let the burdened and dull turn to dancing

I'll put both of my feet on the floor

When we lay our heads on the pillow

Shut our eyes, eyes

Listen to the sound, it's getting slower

In a moment's breath not turning older

Listen to the sound, it's getting slower

In a moment's breath not turning older

We have talked

Over it many times

Weighing it

Like it's a bag of rice

Let the burdened and dull turn to dancing

I'll put both of my feet on the floor

When we lay our heads on the pillow

Shut our eyes, eyes

Listen to the sound, it's getting slower

In a moment's breath not turning older

Listen to the sound, it's getting slower

In a moment's breath not turning older