Dripping colors of a distant image Reveal a shape that I can't see They paint the trail of a dream But distance is more than I can breathe Still far away, still cold My aura chokes me Lies to me loves me And despises me Yet in the end She whispers to me: "...but remember You'll always be closer than is seems You'll be forever embraced In the birth of a hidden dream" How could I? Too late to realize That shape was the same as me
