Like a rainbow in the middle of the night.
Like a flower in the middle of a fight.
Like water pouring from air.
You were never there.

If water turned to dust,
If hatred turned to lust,
If squares could only steer.
But you were never here.

Tomorrow seems to have passed,
The present moves so fast,
The past is now creating,
And I'm alone here, waiting,
For you.