Hey, sorry,

you must not feel all this blue.

Well, would we talk just to the moon?

Let the Angel shape our moods.

Anyway you to know that’s not THE real.

Or is THIS not real too?

Or is THIS what it could have been?

Or is THAT what it should have been?

C’mon babe I’m kidding you

You unforgettable, everlasting gift.

Wasn’t a jaunt you and me

Far Above the stars

Not a verse for a song

But a solo guitar

I and You.

Spirits born from teens wonder

Thunder and lighting of a storm

Daisy and grass of the Eden garden

Where gold are the pomes

Dark and awful the gulch

And one is two.

Then the passing time

Exposed the trick and banned the glow

Filling our own adult skin cloth

And one was no longer two.

Hey, sorry,

you must not feel all this blue.

Well, would we talk just to the moon?

Let the Angel shape our moods.

But me

Pale and blue down the gulch

Blood, tears, nails on each stones

Hold on hold on

Did I finally get the ridge?

For you were the one I was looking for

And yours the hands I was dreaming of

Lean out of the cliff

To recover you and me.

In my junky holes, holes, holes.

Well, there, over the top

Yet rubbish lies.

Synthetic visions of a kind of mine

Who could, oh yes HE could

Pretend a pretence without you.

In my junky holes, holes, holes

Though babe

I guess you cried for me too

Up over your cliff

Hidden by faithless mist

Where no welcome was for me.

Hey, sorry, you must not feel all this blue.

Well, would we talk just to the moon?

Let an Angel shape our moods

For he knows above the stars

Not a verse for a song

But a stunning solo guitar

That vibes so loud to make Him tremble

Then frightened will take us by hands

One hug, one sight

One trice for ever

And finally safe and pleased

Will fly over again

For I and You.