Distant Eastern Glare
Cold air, distant eastern glare
a gleam runs in my eye, it feels like nothing
fresh air, refreshed and then divined
a chill runs down my spine, it feels like nothing
come to me, out from the glare
you're so adored, you're so adored
come back to me, out from the glare
you're so adored, you're so adored
that dark, that frozen distant stare
reach straight to me, it feels like nothing
these hands melt then disengage
what is this and that? it feels like nothing
Autor(es): Mike Van Portfleet
