They meet and speak the usual way, Another night, another day. They go through all the steps they've known, But nothing new has ever grown. They touch and smile, a practiced art, With separate feelings in each heart. The same old story, told and told, A fire that's grown faint and cold. They move together, side by side, With nothing left to gain or hide. No future seen, no forward track, Just endless loops from which there's no way back.