Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainsidenI have this dream I think of it still sometimesnI know it's just the seasonnI sense no time or reasonnThe sky falls down; it's eveningnThe feeling goes; it's leavingnnMiles until this desert brings me back to your facenThose eyes you know I think of them still sometimesnBut you're away in EdennAnd I'm still here the heathennThis times for real, we're evennWe do this for the seasonnnI cross the sandnwithout your handnI go back to nwhere you and I begannand I was yours nand you were minenthings seem so soon to say goodbyenI hope you're well as I am finenI keep to myself where I go where I liennI woke up in a cavenNo air no light no shadenwhen did things turn this way?nI miss you on certain days