In the evenings we'd walk the streets of Washington and talk, talk, talk.

This time, we didn't dance, but we did talk, a LOT.

We would talk — we talked a lot more before then.

We simply spoke to them as we spoke to everyone else.

But we were not speaking French; we were speaking Spanish.

We weren't talking about me, we were discussing her.

But we were not speaking French, we were speaking Spanish.

We did not speak Spanish but we spoke some French.

But we were not speaking French, we were speaking Spanish.

We started before they even knew what we were talking about.

(When we were discussing Adam and Eve, we were talking about marriage.

We’re talking about life. (someone says “Imagination”) Talking about the imagination.

We never spoke to one another, but we did recognize one another.

And though we never spoke, we spoke to one another.

We weren’t speaking…but we were speaking the same language.