You and me, we used to talk
Like a river underground, the sewer
where we used to walk.
The hole at the end empties out to the pier
Where paper boats disappear.

Me, I try to send this note,
Float it like a paper boat,
But paper sinks and words are weak.
I try but I don’t speak.

Join together in the silent snow;
Turn our faces up to see
Not endless night but day,
A Pier,
And you and me, talking.

Taken from Joan of Arcadia – S1, E20