Sunday is fast approaching
and my heart will cry...

Outside lies the armour
an illusion of my strength...

What do you see
when you look at me...

Is there an answer?
Surely there must be...

You know, and I know.
We both know...

A feeling more than imaginary
Which we actually receive in advance...

The brook is babbling, calling to me
the song it is singing...

I need to see you
to tell you face to face...

My head is spinning
with all these words...

The day is fast approaching
when we confirm our love...

Everyone needs a moment
to hide for self reflection...

Whispering breezes
calling my name...