Welcome to the days of weariness. . Where I'm feeling it echo inside my chest. I'm a heart beating patiently along. . Waiting for the other half of its song.
I heard it in your voice when your love died. On a telephone connection stretching miles and miles of wire. You said it was over and I cried and cried.
I think that the stars would have waited for us. hanging on to the night, watching down below. Until we were hand in hand, together waiting for them. And when I open my eyes I saw it too.
Some days, I'm only moved by the wind. I look around, but nothing stirs me within. And I wonder, am I the only one to see. This quiet time as such a comfortable thing.