The Lonely Hour

16

Somehow, someway, we saw this coming

Now that it's here, why do we keep running?

Was it all a perfect illusion?

It looked real to me, should I check my vision?

If love's a religion, I'm a hopeless believer

Drifting and sailing, a drop in the river 

And if you come outside and stand at the door

You'd find me there, waiting for more.