“YOU ARE NOT THE ONE” 10 Mar 04

Under the morning
Of a bleeding sun
You came to me and said
You Are Not The One
There was a time
When you wanted to see me again
Now there is a time
When we will not meet again

The love we made
It was untrue
We are slipping away
From me and you
Where once there was lust
Where once there was us
Now there is not enough

And the world
Is slipping away
Our way of life
Grows smaller with each day
I view the world
As if from outer space
So small and beautiful
So far away.

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