Visions के बोल

Late October getting colder Only eight or so months older But centuries ago is what it feels like And I feel like I've been Too distant from the circle Nonexistent through your socials I keep reinventing myself Horizons are glistening Wordsmiths are whistling Lovers are listening To silence that’s deafening The soft-spoken beat of the chest And I heard your voice in a vision Speaking of your new-found self Could’ve been the messages I was listening to In a dream half asleep on the couch And I heard your voice in the kitchen You felt like you were talking to yourself I see you and me in visions Quarantined Half past twelve