We do not have the rhythm,
Even though we hear the beat.
When we try to dance,
We can't move our feet.

Yet, the song goes on,
But we stand and stare.
No words are ever spoken,
Are we being fair?

When we try to speak,
The other cannot hear.
We both are so far away,
Even though we're near.

We have a little spark,
But the fire just won't burn.
Maybe, we're not meant,
Maybe, it's not our turn.

Will the future let us know,
If we blew our chance?
Should we both turn and walk,
Or, should we stay and dance?