out of sight
January 17, 2008
beauty escapes me today,
the warmth of your glance is gone.
your reaching hand no more.
once more distance is resumed,
and there is again a gap to bridge.
do you see what we’ve done, we’ve gone and made such fools of ourselves
beauty escapes me today,
the warmth of your glance is gone.
your reaching hand no more.
once more distance is resumed,
and there is again a gap to bridge.