there is a wall, a yawning rift a glass between two plates adrift
I see you shout and start to wave we talk in riddles, speak charades
picture worlds we've never seen and I'll hear things you'd never mean
still I will aim to see your side and you'll know that I truly tried
and though my darkened spyglass view could never hope to capture you
through forests, over hills and moors my canyon wall leans out to yours
there is a wall, a yawning rift a glass between two plates adrift
my separation and defense my constant curse, my preference
would that I better understood how to draw near, I wish I couldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.