There wasn't a lightning strike It just crept over me Something about your love just got to me gradually Like an autumn fire A growing intensity Something about your love just got to me gradually Opposite in so many ways Was that what it was about? Were we always cut out? Love is somewhere we go where we hope to be new I was so wrapped up in you
But after all this time Are we not who we used to be? Has something about our love now changed gradually? We travel at different speeds Sometimes gathering pace What are the signals that I misread in your face? I look at it all and differences stand in the way Making nothing okay I ask myself am I imagining everything Dark as a raven's wing
Barely getting through
Some days I lose touch with you Strangers in all we do No words are on your lips We pass like silent ships Can I prove we exist? Where are the hours we missed? This summer night is clear I still want you near
Barely getting through
I don't know where I am Or who I used to be
Compositor: Benjamin Brian Thomas Watt ECAD: Obra #14079563