When we fast forward, three years from now. Who is going to know what happen between us? We haven't let it slip, no one bit the two of us knows. We are holding our breath, living under the table. We say it doesn't matter, but then why is it hidden? Let me know what you wish. Are we going to have something or does it not exist? I don't want to miss you, when we fast forward. Maybe it doesn't matter and it can be what we both know it is. Let us take the trip to fast forward together.
