I was waving to you from where I always was,
the future, which does not exist, and I keep
looping in and out, trying to get a good take.

The moon is beautiful, on the impossible blue grain
of this evening, so I break out laughing, and I keep
a souvenir for the next loop, which could go any way.

That’s the hope, that the forbidden relaxes into itself,
and I keep becoming myself, time and time again,
and you’ll be anywhere, you’ll be everywhere.