Staring out into the meeting of nothing with you,
The same lonely I endure here.
Not confined to this room,
Free to spread my love to the ocean and pray she's on the other side.

I miss the nights of emptiness, liquid to astral black.
No souls but stragglers stumbling from bar fights,
Bouts with whiskey I can attest to myself.
Sometimes they surround, sometimes they listen . . .
I stay out on the walk 'til no one's around.

My secret fantasies come undone . . .
Visions of loveliness not walking.
Every night I repeat misfortune . . . I never bring her home.
But she's alone just like me . . .
Embraced by nobody.

Just once I'd love to sit 'til sunrise and forget my guitar,
My hands preoccupied with how tense you are.
Just once I'd touch cheek to hand and remember your softness,
Held in memory like a vivid dream,
The night we exchanged glances unexpectedly.

Couldn't find your way home even if I tried,
Good thing you know where we're going.
Never would expect the end to turn out like this:
How we embraced, how we kissed.

The conversation remained fastened like your clothes,
But it's the sexiest part of the unknown.
You're soul familiar and that's why there's no pressure,
The phone will never ring, our goodbye means everything . . .

The last time like the first time we ever laid eyes . . .
Take my pain away, I'd forgotten the name of hidden sight.
So long as you keep these moments sacred I'll regain hope.
Through hell or high water we'll keep swimming to shore . . .

Karma to find nirvana,
Anguish dead ends . . .