World In A Jar

In this waiting room, dear
I submit; is it sincere?
Like the rain from above or a notion thereof
Lying waiting for love, lying naked

Time will tell me two things
One invites and the other keeps the world in a jar
How's the air there so far?
Are you ready to go?
Are you staying?
You're above what you know
So in love maybe so
If the foot fits the glove,
Then it's meant to be happening