I’m looking out of my window,

past the shadowing buildings,

Into the starlit night;

into your deeply burning light.

You’re at the kitchen table.

You’re there, but I can’t see you anymore.

I can’t touch your arm

and tell you all my fears.

I can’t listen to your daily stories,

because your words now hurt my ears.

I yearn to grab onto your thoughts

and step into the past.

where I thought we had something special;

dreams and a friendship that would last.

You now have no hopes left,

and I seem to have more tears,

watching you throw your life away

and there’s no one for me to hear.

I never wanted it to be this way,

but I have to make you see.

I no longer possess your heart,

And it’s time to set you free.

Ó 1998