So far removed from the edge of reality,
And here we stand; the miles and time
Reflected in our voices.
But now that we're here
With nothing but words to say,
I wonder if these starless nights,
And lightless days will
Keep us pacified throughout our ageless days.

And I wish that you could still
Smile at me in that way that
Seemed to say that everything
Would turn out to be okay.

And there's nothing left but you
And me and the obscured world
That appears to be
One thousand forty-seven miles away.
This is where it all began,
So many dreams lost into the
Haze of our little empty world;
Here, where we've faded away.

And I wish I was still able
To feel your hand inside of mine,
But the nerves have become so
Numb over the miles and time.

And I offer up another dream
To try to create imagined somethings
To fill our empty delusions.
Yesterday seemed so near,
One thousand forty-seven miles away,
And everything is closer then they appear
Just on the tip of another repressed dream;
But you've never seemed so far away.

And I wish I could still feel
Some presence of you,
But I hold on to the dreams
To forget that the delusion is you

08/04/2004

Posted on 08/04/2004
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