Even now we are not lost: if you look out at the night
You'll see the colours and the lights seem to say
People are not far away, at least in distance,
And it's only our own dumb resistance
That's making us stay.

When the madness comes, let it flood on down and over me sweetly,
Let it drown the parts of me weak and blessed and damned,
Let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely,
Let it be who I am.

There may not be time for us all to run in tandem together -
The horizon calls with its parallel lines.
It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way forever
And yet you still have time,
You still have time.