The Years That Go By

I’m the innocent glance, I’m the ghost of a chance
I’m the wink and the smile when you asked her to dance
I’m the heat in the touch when your fingertips brush
From her back to her waist, I’m the look on her face

I’m the twisted arrangement of flowers and plans
I’m the desperate estrangement of woman and man
She catches you looking her square in the eye
I’m the days and thе months and the years that go by

I’m interprеtation, the grand rationale
I’m the great complication you conjure somehow
I’m the dark distant dream in the back of your head
I’m the vision of freedom you see in her bed

I’m the boots on your feet in the heat of the fire
I’m the truth you repeat to feel less of a liar
She catches you looking her square in the eye
I’m the days and the months and the years that go by

I’m the shadows thrown long by the light of the moon
I’m the monster that haunts her cold side of the room
I’m the nothing response that you swear every time
When what thousand yard stare betrays me on your mind

I’m the last to lie down and the first to awake
I’m the sights and the sounds and the curse you can’t shake
She catches you looking her square in the eye
I’m the days and the months and the years that go by