It was dark at the dead end
Of Saint Christopher’s Way,
Where I found my best friend
On a once-upon-a-time day.
It was cold on the pavement.
It was warm in your heart.
I can live with enslavement.
Let the carnival start.
Turn around, the view is clearer.
Don’t mistake me for your dream.
An object in your mirror:
I might be closer than I seem.
I was never the answer
To wishes you made
On soft summer evenings
When the best plans were laid.
But the future’s deceiving,
And the past is a crutch.
Can I see you this evening?
Am I asking too much?
Turn around, the view is clearer.
Don’t mistake me for your dream.
An object in your mirror:
I might be closer than I seem.
Now you’re over the rainbow.
I’m here under the moon,
Wondering where all these words go;
Just a bit out of tune.
And I can’t hear your laughter
In the space in my head.
I can’t even remember
The last words you said.
Turn around, the view is clearer.
Don’t mistake me for your dream.
An object in your mirror:
I might be closer than I seem.
Turn around, there’s no more hiding,
No transgressions to redeem.
I know the storm you’re riding,
And I am closer than I seem.
Turn around, and look behind you.
See your stars, and how they gleam.
Do I need to remind you,
They’re so much closer than they seem?