Underneath some hedges lover talk in poetry.
I’ve been watching everything,
wishing it was you and me.
But I know better than to dream!
It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.
I’ve been watching everything,
wishing it was you and me.
But I know better than to dream!
It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.
And the same old clouds are forming.
And those lover-words are hard to keep hearing!
The static in the air is increasing
and somewhere in the world a girl is weeping.
It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.