drawing out of we have a map of the piano

like a normal day where one comes out from the car
she bumps him on the shoulder
they both go their own ways

phrase two
the city revolves around these two
these two revolve around the city
work eats their minds
prayer does no good

phrase three where the lyrics come in
they meet, their eyes recognize their own dead souls
they give a little bow and a curtsey respectively
they go their own ways

phrase four
it's like playing a puzzle game
word play, an hour glass, hide and seek
time plays with them
they play with time
unintentional
yet so contradicting

phrase five
feels like a merry go round
where you try to give chase but you know it's a cycle and you'll never be able to catch