Intermesso

Intricate as time, is the wish to persevere, intentional as wind, is to run away from here. In the quest we have tried, we always set out as a crew, but alone, we arrived. In the love songs we have sung, we always opened with a smile, but with anguish, we were done. Unjust as your farewell, is the distance we must bear, more unjust than living hell, is to learn you won't be there. In every attempt to grow we've survived, never new, never old. In every phrase we've kept inside, we forget they should be told. Perhaps we're not yet ready to be two, perhaps the clock still owes another day, I sense that waiting for you sees me through, but know, without the need, miracles won't stay.