| So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,
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| I’m seeing things that were shared before, long ago …
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| My memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know
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| How good the time was and how I laughed.
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| Times have changed, now you’re far away, I can’t complain:
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| I had all my chances but they slipped right through my hands-
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| Like so much sand;
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| I know I’ll never dance like I used to
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| I’ll just wait till day breaks upon the land and the sea.
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| Hoping that I can catch all of the memories,
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| Then I must crawl off upon my way, all of me
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| Listening hard for the final words.
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| But there are none; |
| the sunrise calls, I’ve lingered on
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| Too close for comfort and I don’t know quite why
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| I feel like crying-
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| I know we’ll never dance like we used to.
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| I look up, I’m almost blinded by the warmth of what’s inside me
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| And the taste that’s in my soul,
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| But I’m dead inside as I stand alone …
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| Ii. |
| Dance in frost
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| I wore my moods like so many different sets of clothes
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| But the right one was never around;
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| And as you left I heard my body ring
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| And my mind began to howl |