Twice I turn my back on you,
I fell flat on my face but didn't lose.
Tell me where would I go?
Tell me what led you on? I'd love to know.
Was it the blue night
Gone fragile?
Was it both men,
In wonder,
Steady gone under?
Was it the light ways,
So frightening?
Was it two wills,
One mirror holding us dearer now?
Thought I had an answer once,
But your random ways swept me along.
Colossal signs so I got lost,
With so many lovers singing soft.
Was it the blue night
Gone fragile?
Was it both men,
In wonder,
Steady gone under?
Was it the light ways,
So frightening?
Was it two wills,
One mirror holding us dearer now?