you wanted to talk to me
but…
you did not want to walk with me
certainly not in my world anyway

i never quite got over you
and now,
you are an obstacle in my life
no, i never really got over you

o chance a dance,
with luck itself
the reflection in the mirror is you
and nobody else

our words are always clashing
we have different kinds of wealth
you say i am a victim of fashion
i say you are a victim of yourself

if i had to meet the ferryman
i hope he will be good to me
i hope he will understand
if i ever glimpse the ferryman
on his river in those underground lands