Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside I have this dream I think of it still sometimes I know it's just the season I sense no time or reason The sky falls down, it's evening The feeling goes, it's leaving Miles until this desert brings me back to your face Those eyes, you know, I think of them still sometimes But you're away in Eden And I'm still here, the heathen This time's for real, we're even
We do this for the season I cross the sand without your hand I go back to where you and I began And I was yours and you were mine Things seem so soon to say goodbye I hope you're well as I am fine I keep to myself where I go, where I lie I woke up in a cave No air, no light, no shade When did things turn this way? I miss you on certain days