Lyrics

No time for guessing, no time for thought. Just mark the target, take your shot.
Maybe time moves like feathers across a string--it doesn't mean a thing.
Maybe Newton had the right idea, to simply watch and let it fall.
Poetry was the main idea, gravity an afterthought, after all.

Here I am, an apple on my head and I am scared. I won't lie.
And just to prove your aim is straight and true, I won't move. I will try.
There you are I can see your drawing hand, pulling true, staying taut.
Could it be there's more to you and me than gravity? It's worth a thought.

Shadows breed shadows in the fading day. Feel minutes, taste seconds in slices of delay.
Maybe time is worth far more than I can sing; it's worth everything.
Maybe Hawking had the right idea: light vs. matter in a one way race.
Maybe black holes are simply songs without a chorus. Light disappears without a trace.

Here I am, an arrow in my hand, and I'm made brave by your smile.
And just to prove my heart is pure and true, I will shoot to the sky.
There you are I can see your body framed, against the sun, against the air.
Could it be you were meant to be with me and I with you, everywhere?