If there is time spread out like endless sheets,nWhy do I move so urgently?nAnd if you and I will eventually love again,nWhy the time between that I just cannot stand?nnIf it’s written in the cards,nIf it’s aligned up in the starsnThings will unfold themselves in a world as large as ours.nnMaybe the cosmos is waiting for us.nAnd the beating drives the heart.nMaybe we’re wishing on long dead stars.nAnd they’re wishing on us.nAnd the radio waves reach out to them faintly.nnSome days you’re there for the beating.nSome days the world will cradle you in its arms.nBut of course!nIn a world as small as ours.