(M. Greaves)



You're so near

We could touch

You're so sad

You cry too much

You're so warm

To hold on to

We don't do

The things we want to



We can fly to the moon

So why can't I reach you?

Oh, oh why can't I reach you?



Future's bright

For me alright

I close my eyes

You saw the light

Here it's dark

And I'm so blue

Here it's cold

Wanting you



I love you

Oh, I love you so

God, give me

Some control