The Season

Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside

I have this dream I think of it still sometimes

I know it's just the season

I sense no time or reason

The sky falls down; it's evening

The feeling goes; it's leavingMiles until this desert brings me back to your face

Those eyes you know you know I think of them still sometimes

But you're away in Eden

And I'm still here the heathen

This times for real, we're even

We do this for the seasonI cross the sand

without your hand

I go back to

where you and I began

and I was yours

and you were mine

things seem so soon to say goodbye

I hope you're well as I am fine

I keep to myself where I go where I lieI woke up in a cave

No air no light no shade

when did things turn this way?

I miss you on certain days