Deus

Slow, would be the tempo of the restless soul
He's seen what a listless life can bring
Wait and then he waits until he's waiting for
The latency of everything
Slow, would be the rhythm of the hummingbird
The quick speed in the shutter of his eyes
On flowers he will pose and he will spread the words
On how the world is slowly passing by
Slow, in the tiredness of your control
Of the moment that is nearly standing still
Delayed for a minute and not a second more
Then fades like a forbidden thrill
Gently behind the beat
We shuffle on ancient streets
The revert of time
Is our vantage point
We slept for a million years
Lived through a million fears
We are not nervous
We will not ask for more
If you can slow up
I'm gonna slow up too
Slow like the kissing of a lazy cheek
Like the limit and the deadline of the rush
And words, words waiting for you to speak