I couldn't catch a glimpse
of you before you flew away
Can't help but wonder what'd
been - I wonder to this day

The graveyard of my heart
beats with longing avarice
Dead man walking eats his gruel
understanding none of this

I see a glimpse of you and
wonder if that could've been
I guess I'm not at all in shape
to cross oceans between

Conflicts of unreason and
my mourge-like logic grew
Shaped me every day, they
shape me this day, too