Theset In Loving Memory
You sould take
Your last look
At the echos echos
Of old breath
And the hills
That remain
Hollow
I can barely remember
It was so long ago
Why we were
Supposed to be
Happier
What did I say to
offend you?
Do we need this so badly?
The air silently mutters
Of phone-calls
Only made moments ago
And miles apart
Well by this
time tomorrow
I'll swallow my sorrow
And we'll be gone
Well it's been a long
And lonely summer
And as you know
I am a dreamer
Been so long
I've forgotten
and I am still dreaming
In the same seven numbers