It's been so long since you called my room pretending to besomeone else.
I have not seen your face from across my plate;
nor have I read your poems in the dark by the light of acamera.
(refrain): But what are we for if not for this?
what are we going to do?
You'd buy me the sky if it weren't quite so high
and you know I would have done the same for you.
I watch your face from across my space.
Everything you do is mine.
I give you time, you give me your eyes.
I pretend not to realize what you mean and what you think Imean..
You leave me now with your head held high
pretending to be someone else.
I watch you go knowing it's the end.
There will not be time again for me to draw you in.