I remember a time, not so long ago
I sang of the day I'd escape
I remember her eyes, watching every step,
lest I should wander too far
But the song did not end, I sing it still
Waiting for perfection to find me
Close to the garden, close to the shore
In a world of symmetry angels, Full Moons & Pretty Things
Long since words were my vice and my affection lay sleeping
in memory,
Against all odds I saw hope nurture faith,
Their conception made quite sure that I would dream again
But this time I won't rest my eyes
How can I afford to be blind to the sunrise?
Searching for obsession to save me from sleep
Longing for sensation to bury me deep this time
Meet me at 4 in the morning on Queen St.
Meet me at St. Andrews with a smile unpainted
I've been running 41 to 44 so long I don't know which way
is North
Meet me at 4 in the morning on Queen St.
Meet me at St. Andrews with a smile unpainted
Build me a bridge that won't burn under each new day's
light
Yet I drift through Wardrop's Court to keep the memory
alive,
Stuck on every corner I imagine you're behind
After so long you would think I'd have moved on
But I still stay right here
It's easy to recall childish visions of the future,
From the 10th floor panorama
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