It's that vast land that I want, That open plain of sea The step into the wilderness, Where it's just you and me
I wished it long ago Like a child in a dream, I'd be lying if I pretended I still don't see it in my sleep.
I can't understand sometimes, like I'm blindfolded in the dark and even though you're stood there we're almost miles apart.
I never lied when I said my heart was open exposed only for you, it might be easier to forget and leave but I'd choose to hurt for eternity, because it's always you I'd choose.
As they say... poetry can't be written, if there's 'nothing poetic about my state'