I pass a glance from my eye
Into the dirt in which you lie
A requited exchange from where you lay
A transmission between our minds
I convey my thoughts in bitter manner
Teary eyed
Pass unto thy
My thoughts with Stammer
Between our skies to no surprise
You lay in reflected light
For this is the future of mine
Lest, forbid I have any hope
Behest, the scripture upon your stone
To look at you is to know
This is my future where I roam
And so I left for awhile
But soon I will return
Maybe for sometime
Maybe forever
The pursuance
Of our duplicitous mind
To have it back
To have what was mine
The arms reach the end
But really it begins again
And my reality finally sets in
As I near the edge
Lest, forbid I have any hope
Behest, the scripture upon your stone
To look at you is to know
This is my future where I roam
Lest, forbid I have any hope
Behest, the scripture upon your stone
To look at you is to know
This is my future where I roam