| The fabric of a dream dissolved, or so it seemed | |
| in the waking light | |
| Exchangeable goodbye | |
| Go on, catch your flight | |
| It's been a privilege | |
| Did we shake hands? | |
| Well, mine were shaking still with the passing | |
| of the last cars of the train | |
| And then the lesser half remained | |
| I surely hope we forged a lasting chain... | |
| That simple, sober style... | |
| Be careful of that smile cause you might hurt someone | |
| And it can't be made undone | |
| Like snow before the sun, or backspace in a message | |
| if you will | |
| The pain residing still | |
| We are so much alike, you and I | |
| Do you know that you radiate like in real life | |
| when visualised by my third eye? | |
| Or even more so | |
| And though we live in different time zones | |
| There is no doubt we are somehow synchronised | |
| Like synchronised minds | |
| Shall we keep this pure and mutual, and ban amorous | |
| spoilers from the game? | |
| 'Cause It'd be such a shame... | |
| The tragedy of synchro-minds | |
| may amplify a thousand times | |
| I want to see this through | |
| You know as I do that the unity of synchro-minds | |
| stretches over a thousand miles | |
| don't you feel blue? | |
| I'll be joining you so soon |