It's So Hard to Look at You When I'm Having Double Vision and Pink Ears

"There’s no more yours or mine, it’s ours."

Two hours. It’s for two hours.
Can we walk the walk?
We lay frozen, we lay cold
Sullenly still, silently distant.

Does it feel right, does it feel better?
Does it feel different now we’re together?
I crossed my fingers and wished for the sun
And it did rise, it did shine…

"We can work this out. I know it. We can work this out…"

You say, you think, you feel that something for me
This I believe, I’m afraid I do
I see it in your eyes, the reflections of truth.
The truth? Yeah, the bastard truth that lies.

For I know what you’re looking for.
I know what’s within, I know what’s going on
Inside you is an oblivion of mixed-up deliberations
So why do I still listen to you?

"We are blessed with something you can rarely find in ordinary people… We have us."

But love is love is love is love
And words are words are words are words.
And words can be said in different ways
If you’re clever… and you are. Damn, you are clever.

And love is such a tired, old ride… but glorious.
So tangible, so normal, perhaps quite uncomfortable.
I do understand now why we meet again.
Our eyes have met and so did everything else.

But I do not feel better, I do not feel right.
I do not feel anything, but I somehow see the light.
We crossed our fingers and wished for the sun,
But it is already setting… but leaving us a beautiful scene.