not turning older

my idea, isn't quite your idea, your bright eyes, does not comply to mine, let the burdened and dull turn to dancing, i'll put both of my feet on the floor, when we lay our heads on the pillow, shut our eyes, eyes, listen to the sound, it's getting slower, in a moment's breath not turning older, listen to the sound, it's getting slower, in a moment's breath not turning older, we have talked, over it many times, weighing it, like it's a bag of rice, let the burdened and dull turn to dancing, i'll put both of my feet on the floor, when we lay our heads on the pillow, shut our eyes, eyes, listen to the sound, it's getting slower, in a moment's breath not turning older, listen to the sound, it's getting slower, in a moment's breath not turning older