I smile in time with your laughter
I wince in time with your pain
I sob in time with your teardrops
I sing in time to your refrain
I am the shadow of your picture
You are the picture in my frame

I walk in time with your footsteps
I speak the words of your brain
I dance in time with your music
I sweat in time with your strain
I am the thread in your needle
You are the point at which I aim

I clap in time with your cheering
I sneer in time with your disdain
I move in time with your gestures
I am pretence when you feign
I am the book of empty pages
You are the letters to my name

I smoulder in time with your burning
I pulse in time with your veins
I breathe in time with your heart beat
I fill the hollow where you’ve lain
I am the board ready for playing
You move the pieces in my game