DAYS ARE GONE

PAST AND FAR BEHIND THE SCENE

PURE, WHITE, CLEAN AND FRESH

ROSY AND CREAMSY

AND BEAUTIFUL AND GEOUGEOUS

THE DAYS I FIRST MET EBERE

THE DAY I FIRST SPOKE MY HEART TO HER

THAT DAY WHEN SHE SMILED AT MY TEARS

WHEN I FIRST POURED OUT MY MIND

NOW WE GOT ALONG THE PANE

FOND AND FULL OF OURSELVES

LOCKED AND BURIED IN SMILES

UNDER THIS TREE WHERE WE SAT

NOW EBERE IS GONE

NOW EBERE IS AFAR

IN A HOME FAR FROM HOME

IN A PLACE CLOSE TO THE DESERT

THE DESERT WHERE I MUST GO

THE DESERT AND ISLAND OF NOWHERE

THE DESERT THAT DIVEDES US BOTH

FROM THE WARM TILT THAT SWAYS OUR MINDS

FROM THAT SMILE THAT STARES AT ME

AS I HOLD THIS STILL EBERE

THE SILOUHETE OF SHE

THE MEMORY THAT REMINDS ME HOW SHE LOOKS

EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE TRACES OF TEARS

AS I POUR ON THEM EACH NIGHT TILL SLEE

ONE DAY

MY RAINY SHALL BE-GONE