Point of You

Living, I'm still breathing

Through the love that I'm giving

For-giving is receiving

Our own fates we are weaving

When I look at you

I sense what's there of me

Step away from the sun

Show me what's left to see

Seeing is not believing

Looks are often deceiving

Lying is just denying

Drying the rivers I am crying

When I look at you

I feel what's there of me

Step away from the sun

Show me what's left to see

And I am going down, I'm going down, down, down...

Thinking, in thoughts sinking

Plant your seed, grow the linking

Spider clothe web wider

To obtain ugly reminder

When I look at you

I get what's there of me

Step away from the sun

Show me what's left to see