White

You think of white Somewhere outside Somehow connected to your brain Or about to knock on your door Eternity Is a policy Magnetism and mystery Wishful thinking and fantasy And I hope that you're not Hoping for me You think of sight And reason collides Somehow transmitting from space Asking you to line up and take your place Infinity Is a reality Life jackets and sympathy Bullshit daydreams I know you can't be knowing for me and I hope that you're not Hoping for me --- White - Something for Kate