Jun 11, 2003 01:45
*I see the way you look at me,
and it stirs the sands of my soul
at the bottom of the rivers of time.
*I can feel your glance cut across me
and then back again,
for fear of the sunlight.
*Looking back at the way we were,
wishing for the way things ought to have been,
everything we know falls apart,
and before you know it, we're at it again.
*I know there are searchlights,
and I hear the dogs barking,
but through bars and great distance,
I can feel your eyes talking.
*Talking like they used to do,
pushing me for times that brought us laughter,
through eyes of rose, and glasses, azul.
*No more time.
(Nor smiles, or tears)
Too much time,
(From frozen, to years)
*My tree fell,
you heard it quite clear,
you turned the chainsaw off,
and bolted in fear.
*I lay here and ponder,
in glimpse of the sun,
how long will it take,
when will we be done?
--------------------------------------------You don't know
----------------------What you think you do.