With that far away look
With that nowhere stare...

The fan spins slowly, in the room
As we sit and talk of things...

Has the world been seeing? What we fight for being...
Everyday in the mess of the world...

The king of some more distant land
Saw your smile and felt your hand...

The man in black
Oh dressed in black...

Oh the knowledge
That things often disappear...

The flowers swaying gently
My fingers moving softly...

All the things here are
Just blank words and notes...

In love there is no lying
Not until you do...