I hope we haven’t lost track of the things we’ve said, or written
Maybe, the dawn wasn’t perfect, or I’m not smitten.
By your whimsical ways, quaint words or everything else in between
The lines of flames, through my heart, that can be felt or seen.
The moonlight shone brightly, through a hot summer’s day,
The stars are visible, the smoke does not make them go away.
Discomfort has its way with me, today is just the same like yesterday was
Walking along in the sun, through the wild streak of applause.
I’m not home yet, I can see it, I can feel it through, but
Goodbye, I’ll be back, if you’re there, I’ll be there too.
I hope we haven’t lost track of the things we’ve said, or written
Maybe, the dawn wasn’t perfect, or I’m not smitten.
By your whimsical ways, quaint words or everything else in between
The lines of flames, through my heart, that can be felt or seen.
The moonlight shone brightly, through a hot summer’s day,
The stars are visible, the smoke does not make them go away.
Discomfort has its way with me, today is just the same like yesterday was
Walking along in the sun, through the wild streak of applause.
I’m not home yet, I can see it, I can feel it through, but
Goodbye, I’ll be back, if you’re there, I’ll be there too.