in between stutters

Slow down, we're in between stutters They make movies of these moments you know Gleaming light, you spilled through the shutters They don't get it right, the movies, no they don't Reduce it down to mirrors sound and smoke and maybe I can see past rose tinted fog Or melt away in moments simmering slow, I wanna be free of saying it's wrong But these things aren't forgiving Avoiding irises again When they come back now and then What if, what if, what if, what if Take it back to when you said It's just the ice my feet will tread What if, what if Time is suspended on tiptoes, brushed across the floor Before you know, dancing we're dancing Hush now, a rush or something more Evening time knows how to whisper sugar sweet To think if by morning it'll all be gone Reduce it down to a reductio Absurdities expected to show Feelings foster fallacies