It's been a lazy afternoon.
We walk to the house, the air is clear,
The water's still moving in the pool.
You say
the same
thing
again.
One word;
we fight.
We're in
a game.
Let it all
fade away.
One word.
One sound.
It makes
the world go 'round.
You'll see
you can't win-
the same place
but not the same spin.
If it fades away,
I don't mind.
We were miles away, we were miles away,
We were miles and miles away.
Remember this oil by Augustus John?
These are the ones I found in Rome.
There are few things I keep for long.
When does your plane leave for Cologne?
I recall
the train -
People danced
again.
One world
we're in.
We'll find
the same thing.
Never mind...
with time,
we'll dance again.
If it all fades away...
One word -
I saw -
that's all it took
to turn them around.
Strange world,
no sound.
The same things
are everywhere around.
You'll see,
with time
we'll dance again.
Let it all fade dancing away.
All the sounds I heard
on a summer night,
and the quiet words
we exchanged. I felt
she was pulling back
to emphasize -
I was falling
into Mona Lisa's eyes.
And she turned,
and she turned,
she was far away.
She was miles away.
One word,
I found,
that's all it took
to turn him around.
She watched.
He sighs.
He waits for
a touch of her eyes.
And then
she turns away.
She won't let him
touch her any more today.
She was miles away.
She was so many miles away.
