I'm in no rush, I got forever, said the narcissist to the flower
I'll while away here, stranded, but clear and meet you at the station in an hour
A day or a week, a month or a year, like I said, I got nothing but time
Which passes so slowly between us, I can't tell your memories from mine
I'm a snowflake in a desert storm, some kind of snake with you in his jaws
I'd be a rich old man if only I knew, how time works in the event horizon of you
I'm slow, at letting things go, said the architect to the flame
But when they're gone, that's how they'll stay, and time and space are the same
I'm a snowflake in a desert storm, some kind of snake with you in his jaws
I'd be a rich old man if only I knew, how time works in the event horizon of you
You're still here today and I hope that you'll stay, said the animal to the air
I been flying around, missing the ground, wondering why I should care
Then the dark in your eyes, reflected mine, shifted to blue and then brown
And we circle away, 'til the end of the day, I fell for you, all the way down
I'm a snowflake in a desert storm, some kind of snake with you in his jaws
I'd be a rich old man if only I knew, how time works in the event horizon of you