Acting out my charade
our love was delayed
for a moment
love Is a moment
that leaves me afraid
when our lives are exchanged
or seem rearranged for another
a distant lover never is real
never is real

I did not disturb
his nights without words
I left him still
against my will
his hand held a plea
I know it's my pride
that keeps me outside
his quiet flights
he's flying low tonight
a still life in me