The Fountain

He sits low in a shady grove
Where the trees arc slow in the shape of 'you know'
Marble stairwells, waterfalls, egrets' heads and open arms
Whistling through his pensive teeth, the scene is set to peak
Like how the desert meets the reef
And steals the heart of the thief

And she walks slow past the reach of home
In a Western World, far from the things she knows
Hanging gardens, patterned walls, the books of Rilke, orchestras
Motioning to the slow refrain, the soul is set to gain
Or swallow it whole the causal chain of human loam

And as seasons go, it's a lot like this
He reasons for a look, then a glance
To the path, where she passed
From the page of a book to a perch in the grass
And as meetings go, it's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page
Where she dared to be asked
"What's in a name? What is your name?"

And if you let me know
I won't be alone, I won't be alone
And if you have the time to talk to
I won't doubt you, doubt in you, doubt in you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
And if I let you know
I won't be alone, I won't be alone
And if you, and if you start to fall
I'll be here to catch you

Turning around, he sighs, "Will you sit next to me?"
Motioning forward, she replies, "Will you walk next to me?
I know my lines, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time
I know the play, it's fine
Echoing herself, she says, "Will you walk close to me?"
Holding his smile, he replies, "What more would you ask of me?"
I know my mind, and there's a lot less space and a little-bit of time
I know the way, it's fine

And if you let me know
I won't be alone, I won't be alone
And if you have the time to talk to
I won't doubt you, doubt you, doubt you
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
And if I let you know
I won't be alone, I won't be alone
And if you, and if start to fall
I'll be here to catch you
He's wasting time, you gotta take it slow
May never get a chance like this
And she knows he's wasting time
And she loves the way he tries
Even though she knows the lines

She's taking time, you gotta let things grow
May never have a chance like this
And he knows she takes her time
And he keeps along her side
All hopes to keep along her side

And as seasons go, it's a lot like this
He reasons for a look, and then a glance
To the path, where she passed
From the page of a book to a perch in the grass
And as meetings go, it's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page
Where she dared to be asked
"What's in a name? What is your name?"