ON THE EDGE OF MY VISION WHERE I NEVER SEE IN WORDS I NEVER HEAR IN SONGS I NEVER SING JUST AROUND THE CORNER A MINUTE TOO LATE THROUGH THE DOOR UNOPENED SOMETHING WAITS YOU ARE FAR AWAY YOU ARE GOLDEN SUN YOU ARE SO CLOSE IN A GLANCE UNNOTICED JUST BEFORE I LOOKED AWAY A TURNING OF A HEAD A CHANGING OF ALL DAYS ACROSS THE LAKE OUT BEHIND THE MIST ON THE BOAT THAT PASSES BY FAR OUT TO SEA YOU ARE FAR AWAY YOU ARE GOLDEN SUN YOU ARE SO CLOSE WAY ACROSS THE VALLEY BEHIND THE TREES AT THE END OF THE WINDING ROAD WAITING FOR ME IN EYES I'LL NEVER SEE IN HANDS I'LL NEVER HOLD IN A LIFE UNOPENED AND CLUTCHED AWAY
Reason for writing:
For all the people you never quite meet. All those wasted glances...
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