The right words evade me
She turns away
Escort free
We're travelling
Unknown terrain
Halfway between
Two cities gleam
I hang back and you move on
The procession sings onwards
The etching of your portrait
Sits bleached out
In the back of my mind
Glancing down I see my face
Is there a wrong on my tongue that I cannot taste
A rising tide comes to meet my words
A wind that pushes south west knocks me off my feet
Horizons draw closer
The distance glistens
Our legs quicken
A revelation see blind fixations
We carry fortunes
Of cities fading
I hang back and you move on
The procession sings onwards
The etching of your portrait
Sits bleached out
In the back of my mind
We burnt the daylight upon the road
Flat on the ground feet are placed upon the floor
Our days are numbered one two three
I cant imagine what could save you and me