There's a liquid painting that I'm staring at
Your figure make its way to the front but your face hides in the mess
There's a time and place for the words I can't seem to say
And It comes to mind again each passing day
When the morning skies would lift off your eyes
And I think sometimes how you passed me by
Can I ease your mind?
Did you ever find your peace of mind?
And a piece of mine left with you
Boy I'm glad I never bet my hand on you
When fog lifts over suns darling it's you
And in times like this it was you and me but no more.