(lloyd & verlaine)
up on the high, high hills - with my floating friend -
watchin' all the silver - no one can ever spend
i feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase;
these footprints i followed tho they followed my every pace -
days, be more than all we have.
no matter how much i cross i always see the same stream.
i'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream. |