Thinking back, it seems that I
can lie beside you as I never truly did,
in afterglow -
no afterwords at all.
Only writing love songs when it`s gone and dead;
only paying words out: strings of half-forgotten sentiments...
I mean...
I meant...
I never really quite could say the way it was.
The first time that we met I said `I bet that she`s the one`,
but I was talking to myself then, as always.
As time went by our steps entwined, unwritten lines drew taut
and I tried to find a way to make it all safe...
Into the play - what a production! -
into the days and ever more suction:
you hold me close, but hold me farther
away from yourself - I make me a martyr,
for pain and love go hand in hand...
And hand in hand go you and my friend,
You are his and I am yours and just cannot evade you;
my days a dream, my nights unseemly,
stolen moments all I live for,
but theft is no way to persuade you
to come with me, leave him behind you;
my hurtful eyes try to remind you
it`s all I can do to keep from screaming
`I love you, I love you!` - I wish I was dreaming,
but the steps we take all leave footprints...
Sooner or later the whole thing will be blown:
you will leave him or I`ll be left here, alone.
Either way someone loses someone
but I won`t mind that, I just would quite like to know
who we love the most - I guess that`s ourselves.
The days are strange, at night we`re strangers,
lie in bed and lie inside our heads,
we come no closer than as dancers.
Your eyes are change, your presence danger,
won`t look me in the face and yet you
kiss and make up the answer
to all the questions that fly unanswered, unreasoned -
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