Mirages - Marillion

Absence makes the heart go mad

All the solid things become mirages

The certain things, sand running in the hour glass

Running away I scream along the ledge

As the windows back and close

I run around try to prove the sunrise

I believe in belief but it’s proof I need

Can you show me it’s me?

Can you show me it’s me?

Traveling makes the mind go vague

All the special faces fade away

Spinning like a heat haze shimmering

Please send Polaroids or an ear in the post

A map to the treasure, a key to the closed

I need you like hell, can you help me again?

Can you show me it’s me

Can you show me it’s me

I run dry, I run out, I run cold, I need help

Trying to prove the sunrise

Trying to prove the tides

Trying to prove the blue moon sky

And is it you?

Is it you?