and think of you
turn up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--
sometimes you picture me--
i'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me,i can't hear
what you've said--
then you say--go slow--
i fall behind--
the second hand unwinds
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall i will catch you--i'll be waiting
time after time
after your picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--i'm wondering
if you're ok
then you say--go slow--