How often do I cross your mind?
Is the landscape lush
A milk and honey land?
Or are there mirages of
Memories of us within the desert sand?
I know I am not alone in your space
But I feel my touch grow weaker with time
I once called for you in a crowd
Maybe you'll call for me when you come around
I know I am not alone in your space
But I feel my touch grow weaker with time
Shifting plates in our common ground
I can't feel your hand, can you feel mine?
You once called for me in a crowd
Maybe I'll call for you when I come around