Between us seven hours, and they do not leave --
The seven scars across the faces of the clocks,
The seven turnings of a maze around the wall,
When we are standing with this wall between us, still --
When we are standing face to face, split by the stone,
And catch each other's breath, not hearing a sound,
And hold each other's eyes, not seeing in the dark,
Not lonely, not together by the dead-end wall.
Between us seven hours, but we cannot move --
The only seven crossroads, but we cannot turn --
When, through the stone, our eyes are held, our breath is caught,
And time is circling in the maze from me to you.