Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside I have this dream I think of it still sometimes I know it's just the season I sense no time or reason The sky falls down; it's evening The feeling goes; it's leaving
Miles until this desert brings me back to your face Those eyes you know I think of them still sometimes But you're away in Eden And I'm still here the heathen This times for real, we're even We do this for the season
I cross the sand without your hand I go back to where you and I began and I was yours and you were mine things seem so soon to say goodbye I hope you're well as I am fine I keep to myself where I go where I lie
I woke up in a cave No air no light no shade when did things turn this way? I miss you on certain days