In darkest hours I keep on looking
Whatever might have been there - o - giving it to the world now
To miss you is to miss myself
rather lost
in the fields
echoes of blue
waving and whirling
and noone and nothing
to give me a sign
that you have once been there
nothing but a strange dream
rain taps the window
darkening day flight
darkening soul light
just holding on
if i knew there was you
i could
