The Spice Of Life

something has come between me and the world that knew

what I thought wild last is falling apart in the face of something new

how can I explain that I had no choice

the sound of the waves fills her ears and drowns out my voice

and I'm just too far away for her to believe what I say

she couldn't hear me, she wouldn't listen anyway

how can I write a letter the post is so slow

if I'm to disappoint her then that's something she ought to know

I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone

how can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone

you say that things will get better

but she would hate me if I let her

and she reads so much in every word that I say

I thought that being apart would lust bring us some variety

but after some time it seems clear that she's changed in a different way from

me

and I would like to shout at someone but no one's to blame

it's just her it's just me and everything that is

just not the same

sometimes I would turn back the clock

and recapture all that we've lost

but I couldn't give up all that we have today