Only echoes of a shallow tune

Lead a dancer for a while

Faded faces see across the room

Long forgotten, out of time

Lights soften down, there’s no-one around

The scene dissolving

Please, please, please

Ode to the chances of faraway left behind

I think of you

In the space on the side of sublime

And you say

The way is dark in the light of your eyes

And they’re both burning

Is anything ever the way it appears to be

At all in our lives

Moving through the day in a gentle slow

Takes the nearer far away

The final scene in the sad picture show

The Technicolor has turned to grey

Bird on a wire, a song to inspire

And no-one’s listening

Please, please, please

Ode to the chances of faraway left behind

I think of you

In the space on the side of sublime

And you say

The way is dark in the light of your eyes

And they’re both burning

Is anything ever the way it appears to be

At all in our lives

In my life

A life and years wasted, so far so bad but I believe

I have cried myself to sleep, for promises I’ll never never never keep

And its still, playing, on my mind

I still believe (So far away left behind)