If language were liquid   It would be rushing in   Instead here we are   In a silence more eloquent   Than any word could ever be         These words are too solid   They don't move fast enough   To catch the blur in the brain   That flies by and is gone   Gone   Gone   Gone         I'd like to meet you   In a timeless, placeless place   Somewhere out of context   And beyond all consequences         Let's go back to the building   (Words are too solid)   On Little West Twelfth   It is not far away   (They don't move fast enough)   And the river is there   And the sun and the spaces   Are all laying low   (To catch the blur in the brain)   And we'll sit in the silence   (That flies by and is)   That comes rushing in and is   Gone (Gone)         I won't use words again   They don't mean what I meant   They don't say what I said   They're just the crust of the meaning   With realms underneath   Never touched   Never stirred   Never even moved through         If language were liquid   It would be rushing in   Instead here we are   In a silence more eloquent   Than any word could ever be         And is gone   Gone   Gone   And is gone