The distance.
A long empty void stretching over the ocean.
It’s a pity a paper cup phone can’t reach that far.
I have so many things to tell you.
I have sent you so many kisses with the western wind.
The distance.
A dark and empty silence.
It’s a pity you can’t read my mind.
I have so many things to explain.
I have ideas for us, that I’ve dreamt up all day.
The distance.
An battle easily won.
It’s a pity we have to fight at all.
I have so many things to show you.
I have a love that I can’t communicate to you fulfilling.
The distance.
Eats at me everyday.
It’s a pity that it is a diminishing expense.
I have so many things I feel for you.
I have the memories of how I felt in your arms.