You’re hollow like the morning, on a crispy winter’s day,
You’re light that shines on everything, but never leads the way,
And I know you saw the future on a high speed cargo train,
A face but no name,
And I’m so sorry that I told you, it was only your reflection in the rain.
My life is the story of a Wiseman, who’d seen everything there is to see,
He’d walked carcass filled deserts, he’d sailed the barren seas,
When the darkness came to claim him, he got down on his knees, he said baby please,
I’ve loved so many concrete faces, ships, and books of foreign places,
But I’ve never loved something that could love me.
I’m starting a fresh, going back to the beginning; I see life’s not winning but how many times you can lose on the way.
And yet we remain, a barrel of grain, which others feed on and live one more day.
But that won’t be how it ends. Oh, we will make amends.
I’ll found out which side of the mirror is real, and which side pretends.
And I will love you more dearly then, for I see you more clearly as something worth living for, and that’s all that matters any more.
There are lights on the horizon; there are shadows in the mall.
We got machines that can do everything, but yet nothing at all,
A sailor drowned inside a bathtub, the banker couldn’t feed himself.
There’s a child in the well, but he’s not crying for his mother,
He just smiles and drinks the water while it’s cold.
You said you got this sickness, when you were just a few years old,
Your body wouldn’t let you grow up the same as the other kids you know.
Now it’s 25 years later, and we’re sitting on the floor, singing songs that I wrote,
And you whisper that I’m special, but you’re more special to me than you could ever know.
I’m searching for a fire, that will burn for evermore,
I’m scared that once I’ve died, oh once my body’s been pushed out from the shore,
There’ll be nothing left but my laughter, that rings amongst these halls,
Drowned out by the call, of hearts of new lovers growing colder, but at least the flame I leave will keep them warm.
We’ll go hand in hand, we’ll show everyone, we found a way you can live that makes dying feel less far from home,
We’ll take it slow; turn the flight of a moment into the still of a second once more.
I’ll let you go, when you know me too well, because love’s not some present you give to one person, no you gotta keep some for yourself.
But I will hold you more dearly then, for I see you more clearly as something that’s worth living for, and that’s all that matters to me any more.