Day

Day is the veil that you can't pull aside like a curtain

Sewn from a black cloth - a cloth that no-one can see

No-one can take it away and you know this for certain

No-one can help you, you might as well let the cloth be

You no longer are able to see, you no longer have foresight

And you can't part the curtain, there's no way to know what's in store

You're stranded in time, a ghost that is lost in the twilight

And the curtain is woven from the memories of time gone before

Day is blank paper, but paper you never can write on

Unlike the letters I hold that you sent to me

But the words that you've written are bare lips speaking to no-one

And words that have lost all their soul should never be

You knew from the first touch this way was a pathway to danger

You didn't take time to close all the doors and the gates

Feelings can bring you so near and still leave you as stranger

And things are not what they appear but you find out too late

Day is the thief that you don't have the courage to track down

Who forces himself into all of the rooms of your home

He comes to your garden, your secrets - he's quiet! Makes no sound

He steals all the answers and leaves all the questions alone

And you know there'll be days, just like the ones that you once knew

And you know that love is really a question of thirst

And you know that one day there will by a new power within you

But you dread all the days in between that will seek you out first