I see you at the top of these stairs. Waiting...
Hands behind your back and a smile on your face.
I try to run up the stairs but I go no where.
Every step I take it’s like there’s another to keep me from you...
I keep trying and trying but all I seem to get is further away...
So far that all I see is the silhouette of your body...
I sat on these stairs and cried...
Cried until I felt a hand on my shoulder...
It was you...
You said “Come on, it’s time to go.”
You looked at me with those honey brown eyes and smiled...
You asked “How far are you willing to go?”
I answered. “To the end of the world.”

What are we going to do?
We aren’t meant for each other but yet we stick together like glue.
I peel off this layer and somehow it comes back later.
People scream at me and tell me we’re no good for each other but you know I’m tougher.
I can take the hits.
That’s when I just wanna disappear into the mist.
Going away hopefully I’ll be missed.
Now all I want is one more kiss.
To tell the tale how we separated.
Yet dead men can’t talk.
Especially if he’s in the Dead Sea.