Faraway So Close

I try to
but I guess I need a stranger
to talk to
it's like my words are full of danger

"It sure as hell ain't me!"
I silently decree
an hour ago
I said these things
and smiles were all
that I could see

So what to do
what can we do?

I wish not my love
to make you cry
but talk of this
we surely must
these things just grow
they never die

are we so defined
by wicked time
that as it was
must still remain?

it's not us now
not causes pain
lets redifine
and love again