You could be the one, you could be the one

I’ve long suspected you could be the one who’s really half of me

We could be one

You walk in the sky, you walk in the sky

I stand on land so far below waiting for the breeze to blow

Your scent from the sky

I’m getting high, I’m getting high

Off a little piece of you

I’m meditating on a sketch you drew

I’m reaching for Mars, I’m reaching for Mars

Maybe it’s a fantasy, but if we met, I’m sure you’d see

We’d fit in on Mars, it’s very pretty on Mars

(C) 1998 D.L.Ens