| something has come between me and the world that knew
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| what I thought would last is falling apart in the face of something new
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| how can I explain that I had no choice
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| the sound of the waves fills her ears and drowns out my voice
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| and I’m just too far away for her to believe what I say
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| she couldn’t hear me, she wouldn’t listen anyway
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| how can I write a letter the post is so slow
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| if I’m to disappoint her then that’s something she ought to know
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| I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
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| how can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone
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| you say that things will get better
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| but she would hate me if I let her
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| and she reads so much in every word that I say
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| I thought that being apart would just bring us some variety
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| but after some time it seems clear that she’s changed in a different way from
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| me and I would like to shout at someone but no one’s to blame
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| it’s just her it’s just me and everything that is just not the same
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| sometimes I would turn back the clock
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| and recapture all that we’ve lost
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| but I couldn’t give up all that we have today |