I am hanging on to you, from a distance,
Because I see some light, in some far away place,
where I probably know I can never be.
But is this another lie?
I am the biggest liar of all,
and I am the only object of my so many lies.
I am turning towards you, from a distance,
Because I am so forlorn.
And is this another crime?
Because as I turn to you,
I am squandering my life, my love, my faith.
I am the biggest criminal of all,
and I am the only victim of my so many crimes.
The winds have been so high,
and I don’t seem to have the resolve
to remain aboard.
I perhaps desire to sleep, for long,
Because I am so forlorn.