All the way
We were walking together
Without anything to say
And in fact we haven't

All the time
We were talking cross-purpose
Like we spoke different tongues
And in fact we do

All of our lives
We've been moving apart
Leaving no common ground
So what should we build on?

If we're really that different...

Tell me what is that shining
on my face and
in my eyes and
through and through?

When my thoughts reach
for that place and
for that time and
for you?

Text © 2002 Dennis Maciuszek (regentropfen73 at yahoo.de)
Latest update in April 2005.