Come walk with me in rolling fields
and let my arms reach for you.
Feel the growing love, as emotion builds,
released in violent passion, to throw
its life against your indifference.
may show it.
and look away,
into the darkness.
It doesn't hurt so much anymore,
just the stale-dull pain
of the familiar when you swore
the same could never come again,
but of course it follows, just
as surely as the darkness
It doesn't hurt so much anymore.
It doesn't hurt so much.
It doesn't hurt ...
We might have met in such an atmosphere.
I might have smiled. You might have stayed to hear
my crying. I could have eased your distress
and you could have healed my aching loneliness
by accepting one not good at games and loving him.
Instead, I sit and sip my drink
and watch the lonely people. I think
perhaps you'll never come to save
me from my desparation, but I gave
you every chance to find me.
Now there is a man
who stares into the
reflection of a stream
of tears upon the glass.
The crowds have gathered
behind another's mirror.
The angels' voices long
have dimmed, no longer
to be heard. This man