All These Words

I wish you were here talking to me about mystery and meaning, talking to me about the interior, the louder the tears, to check that you are dreaming. If you could relive life would you change it, or rearrange it just by moving the shadows around, but only if you think you can take it and not get lost if more shadows are found. I don't know if I know how I can prove time to you, it's as if time was something that you could disprove. As the room fills up with pieces of the night, does darkness reflect the way we feel - will that change with the light? Even if you're not here, you're here, love in absence with clarity. If you could look through life would you change it or rearrange into something that felt more profound, if you could find someone to break it, owe the world, not the other way around. I don't know if I know how I can prove time to you, it's as if time was something that you could disprove, and I don't know if I know how to say goodbye to you, you know goodbyes are sometimes the things you can't choose.