marazion, how long can i live with nothing
while there you keep a part of me?
tonight the sp-ce between us is wide as any distance,
and i could not ble close enough
if i could just be strong enough,
but i don’t want to face it.
keep holding on to the better part of me;
hold on to that part of me.
the western winds are blowing back the memories –
before the darkness broke in me
and began unravelling.
and i don’t want to name it,
but the pain that i never rise above,
i thought it the measure of my love,
but i’ve loved you more than that.
i have loved you more than that.