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I stretch my hands,
clutch vacant laughter
in silence and sweet, sweet pain;
without demand,
but with a longing
for what will never come again.
I smell your perfume
on the sheets in the morning:
it lingers like the patterns
on the window after rain,
a past that lives,
if only for the present,
but which is gone and will never come again.
To your sad eyes,
turned away, mine say
Do
you?
Did
you?
How?
As the darkness
slides away the day
shows what was
and makes what is now.
I see your picture
as though it were a mirror
but there's no part of you
outside the frame
except the change that you gave to me:
this will never come again.
I am me,
I was so before you,
but afterwards I am not the same.
You are gone
and I am with you:
this will never come again.
- Álbum:
- Peter Hallock: Countertenor Recital (1975)
- Live at Rockpalast, Hamburg 1981
- Other World
- Consequences
- Thin Air
- Miscellaneous
- Fireships
- The Fall Of The House Of Usher
- Out Of Water
- Patience
- Sitting Targets
- A Black Box
- PH7
- The Future Now
- Over
- The Silent Corner And The Empty Stage
- In Camera
- Chameleon in the Shadow of the Night
- The Love Songs
- Refugees: A Charisma Records Anthology 1969-1978