You were looking away from me,
western skies calling you.
Colors spilling, running
dazzling you.
I was looking the other way
voices call from the east
I saw my roots of the trees
there planted at my feet.
It could be I'm searching
for a place so small
with room for everything
where worlds on worlds revolve.
But how can we wait?
I wouldn't hold you back.
Suppose I was the clever one
And words came easy to me
I could say I was writing a song about you
(you) and me.
Maybe that verse is yet to be found,
but waits inside of me,
a secret room a tangled web to unweave.
But how can we wait
knowing our ways,
how can we hold on,
still you know
its not too late.
Thanks to MsMithra for these lyrics
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