But Her Eyes Saved His Life, In The Middle Of Summer

You're voice sounded desperately close

But the moon here is taunting as your sun just rose.

I'll shut my eyes and listen only to your song.

Watch me ignore the world's fall with everything and me being pulled along.

Distant by not only miles and a day,

You're as far as a life not lived slipping away.

Keep singing about dolls, ballerinas and the weather

Keep on singing, even if you sing in a whisper.

Play your dear piano, I'll watch you touch the keys.

Play until the tune will be just a memory.

A memory in a melody will take us both home,You, where you continue to make your music

And I in different place, not with you but not alone.

Trying to keep things together even if things are already gone.

Your words will be with me until the ink starts to run

Or when the ballerinas have slipped and fallen,

I'll still read your letters when the doll faces turn sullen.

So sing me a song, play me a tune.

Read me a story and write me a letter to the moon.

I'll put you on replay without a doubt,

Until the clowns start crying out loud.