Did you not notice? Did you weep?
The beauty of a closing day.
December stars so far away.
The war is over; we, apart.
I carry mem'ries In my heart
Of summer's evening, blushing night,
Of azure, cloudless, endless sight.
Cross the continent, fly through space,
Now searching for that falling face.
A darkened valley sleeps alone.
December nights, a plastic phone
Now I walk slowly, bleeding air,
Pass through this night: I'll meet you there.