How many times have we talked to each other
Like sister and brother, like mother and child,
And how many fires have we sat by together
Keeping from the weather when the wind was running wild?
How come we never married? How is it that we buried
All the feelings that we carried for such a long, long while?
And speaking of feelings, I feel like the distance
Between us is growing by inches and miles.
How well I remember when we came together!
I taught you to listen and you taught me how to care.
But, now that I whisper the words to the love songs
We once learned together, the music is not there.
Now my fire needs attending and my faith needs mending.
It seems there is no ending to my feelings and my fears.
And while I am talking, I feel like the distance
Between us is growing by minutes and years.
And now like some beggar I stand at your window.
Your candles are burning and your love is inside.
But doors can't be opened by wishes or tokens,
And all things have endings and beggars have their pride.
Now I know I should be leaving, but my feelings are deceiving.
You are standing in the doorway trying hard to smile,
And while you are smiling, I feel like the distance
Between us is growing by inches and miles.
And while you are smiling, I feel like the distance
Between us is growing by inches and miles.
