Pas de Deux

Zechariah is speechless again
Why does it always end this way
And I'm still orbiting your sun
A futile pas de deux

We've seen this place a hundred times before
But the landscape is new
We've seen these constellations rise out of ash
But never from a fire this strong

You're in the room across the hall
But you're six states away
This solitude grows thick
And I'm still waiting for a song

You are not the same
We are not the same