The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.

You cannot be known Better than I know you.

Even when we sleep we watch over one another.

The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.

We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child.

Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.

The earth is blue like an orange.