“How deep is your love?” – Gushes out of the radio faucet
Making a pool out of our situation,
I flip the dial,
But the Bee Gee’s and waiting.
Robin Gibb goes in for another silky falsetto:
“How deep is your love?”
“How deep is your love?”
“How deep is your love?”
The room is rapidly filling up
We’re treading water, egg beating tongues inside of arid mouths
No one says a word.
Even if the words could be a life raft.
So we drown on uncertainty and insecurity