Scattered Lines

Silently scattered lines
Connecting points in space,
You have to find the axis
And leave without a trace.

I can see energy
Trapped inside the shapes.
Stay this way forever
In memories and videotapes.

And my hands they feel so light,
They are afraid to hold you tight,
We are more than black and more than white.

Often we hesitate,
Chaos controls our lives,
Threads of hope and music
Help us to survive.

Silently floating thoughts
Need not be complete.
Arcs are always open
I wish they never meet.

And my hands they feel so light,
They are afraid to hold you tight.
We are more than black and more than white.