What's 8 weeks
To 8 years?
Detached...
Small fears.
I can't keep thinking that the ends near.
I can't keep wanting you to call here.
I can't keep
Keeping till it's all clear.
No such thing as the right time cause it's all fear...
We can't let go
For letting go.
Can't see the end of the trodden road...
We can't see the end of our toes
Cause we're so high up
Where our love couldn't go.
It was too far down,
Where our love couldn't grow.
Constantly a storm
So our love couldn't glow.
How deep it really was
We will probably never know.
Cause I built you a stage and you gave me a show.