Prism

I'm fine, thanks for asking I that hope you are too I don't suppose you'd lead me on I don't suppose you'd say the right thing That for someone, someone else, not for me It was written, on the wind, above was a breeze Almost, but not really So close, but not nearly I don't suppose to undo what's done I don't suppose to have ambition That for strangers who have no intimacy 'Cause of pieces from a game that's lost at sea Little slivers in the cracks in between That's for someone, someone else, not for me