Visions - Loving

I’ve got a vision

So clear in my head

It’s a strange kind of prison

It is and it isn’t

It’s the life I’m bound to live

Without ever knowing why

It’s the beauty of the morning

It’s the soft line of your thigh

It’s the day that I found your note

As I walked along the shore

I read the lines you wrote

Left hidden in my coat

It’s the truth

It’s the truth

And it’s a lie

She loved to be alone, alone

To feel the shape of her self, a home

That could not be known

Like a stranger on the street

Whose eyes you fail to meet

He loved to be alone, alone

To feel the limits of his hours blown

Scattered and thrown

Like on a windy day

All meaning cast away

It’s the truth

It’s the truth

And it’s a lie