You are not
Made of stone
You are a game of telephone
Earth is playing with the moon
You are a liquid
Stuck in a room
And the patterns of motion
In water, too
You are a game
Of tug of war
I cannot play
I always lose
...
I'm okay
Nothing to do
Letting a good thing
Pass on through
Pass on through me
I am water
Rolling on
Off of you
...
Without you, water moment
Tumbling through until the edges smooth
...
I'm okay
Nothing to do
Letting a good thing
Pass on through
Pass on through me
I am water
Rolling on
Off with you
You are not
Made of stone
You are a game of telephone
Earth is playing with the moon
You are a liquid
Stuck in a room
And the patterns of motion
In water, too