| I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist |
| When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist |
| Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line |
| By night you were surrounded; your territory mine |
| I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do |
| So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you |
| I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks |
| To the regiments assembled in their ranks |
| Where are they now? |
| Where are they now? |
| I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own |
| We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone |
| In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap |
| I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map |
| You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day |
| Just when I was certain it would always be this way |
| You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips |
| With all the kisses we’d placed upon your lips |
| Oh close. You’re close |
| Someone, come shine a light |
| Oh near. So near |
| But just out of sight |
| I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead |
| Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head |
| They said they heard your laughter |
| Spinning through the summer night |
| In the company of strangers |
| And your eyes were wild and bright |
| Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn |
| I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn |
| And swore that it would one day fly above us once again |
| To do this, I had my reasons then |
| Close. You’re close |
| Once again, come shine a light |
| Oh near. So near |
| But just out of sight |
| Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years |
| You reach accomodation, the intensity recedes |
| Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last |
| Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past |
| Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage |
| Fell away between us in the turning of that page |
| It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we’d be true |
| Two innocents believing that they knew |