Cyrus The White Rabbit - September

walking

just walking

expecting to fall

I walk on

it’s all like a dream

being washed away by the waves

it will never stop

and if I am dreaming

I never shall wake

never

never

I never shall wake

never

never

I love the candle-holder you gave me

inside sits the pink one

you found at the rummage sale

it sits crooked like your smile

always crooked like your smile

I can no longer touch you with my blood-stained hands

it’s all on the floor in puddles

in puddles on the floor

I can no longer touch you with my blood-stained hands

on the floor in puddles

blood-stained hands on the floor in puddles

it’s only distance

it’s only distance

just three thousand miles

lover

somewhere in Kansas like two kites flying

I’ll meet you there like two kites flying

that’s where I learned to fly

walking

just walking

expecting to fall

I walk on

being washed away

being washed away

it’s all like a dream

it’s all like a big powerful dream

it will never stop

expecting to fall

I walk on

I walk on

I have no excuses

the words are there

and I am here

and you are there

three thousand miles from a smile

it’s only distance

love

it’s only distance

soon I’ll be there

I’ll meet you there

it’s only three thousand miles

walking

just walking

expecting to fall

I walk on

so where is home

it’s where you are

so where is home

it’s where you are