You're here with me in this room,
as we drink our soup from bowls,
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats.
The howling of the wind,
harks the ending of the day,
as I long to reach out to you,
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats
The red soars on your face,
your knotted brown hair,
with hands grasping for warmth
and the purple knit jumper, drawing me in
but your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats
I see your cracked, pursed lips
and they're not smiling for me,
your arms folded across your chest
and you clutch onto your memories
your blue eyes of longing, a million miles away
for your eyes gaze is miles through me,
over stormy seas and sail boats
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