From time to time she hides Somewhere in yards of my mind Down the deep well she goes alone Thin fingers lean on stones
Can I touch the wind that she sends Breezes cool in my hair Like a slow-mo film once stopped Not been played to very end And I blame myself And I cry And I pray for wonder Give me the force To reduce the distance setting apart
On surface of the dusk With the stars and comets she dance Through a prism of black and white Maybe there's a chance to hear her sigh
Can I touch the wind that she sends Breezes cool in my hair Like a slow-mo film once stopped Not been played to very end Peacefully she sits and she waits At serenity coast Why don't you come No more... No more... No more...