What can't be described
When she walks in the room...
you
and me...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
I never thought I'd see through eyes
Other than my own...
Walking, moving, always,
Trudging in the glaze...
With moments that you cannot match
On a day that's not foreseen...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
I am not a stranger |