I Can Write No Lines

Or can I sing that song and do that thing,

Try and play along, through autumn and spring,

It won’t end up right, it never does or will,

I think it will suffice, but,

For you, I can write no lines.

…

And maybe, I think I know why,

The blue skies suddenly turn into night,

And the moonlight, it glistens your eyes,

Thoughts of you, fill my mind, but

For you, I can write no lines.

…

I long to belong with you, in a world unseen,

That feeling in my soul, those visions called dreams,

It is not flawless, it never has been,

The stars in the sky are nothing more than signs, but

For you, I can write no lines.