I see the steeple, And trace to the spire. And the sunset, Deepening red, Phoenix and firefly.
And the time stops, Rush hour traffic slows. And my heart starts beating this dark, Through old flesh, And cold bones.
And I long to be carried on, This once be lifted strong, Out of the loneliness And the emptiness Of the days.
The days, Passing days. The days, I remember.
I had your love once, Seized my body whole. And in our first dance, The last thought by chance, God had matched my soul.
But time bought its travelling, And its distance and solitude. And in that travelling, My self damaging, I took my love far, far from you.
But don't you still long To be carried on, Once more I could lift you strong, Out of the loneliness and the emptiness, Of the days.
Passing days. Passing days. The days.
Now tell me, Have we gone too far? Or did we get too close? Forgive me father, I've no son, Here we come, ghost. I promise I'll meet you, I'll meet you at the end of the days.
The days Passing days.
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