Lyrics:

['And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth]

[until the hour of separation.' - Kahlil Gibran]



Maybe someday someone will love me

for what I am (instead of what I should be.)

Until that day I'll just sit here weeping,

chasing dreams is like shadow leaping.



The face behind the mirror - an unrecognised reflection,

his eyes look old and tired - filled with bitter recollection.

The cross that he has carried was a burden I have made,

It's a baptism of tears - they are the seas in which I bathe.



'Cause there's a fire in my heart - but I can't breathe for the smoke,

seems that I'm living proof my life's a practical joke.

There's a wind in my sails (but I have lost all my direction),

with no stars to guide me now you're not here beside me anymore.



Somehow, somewhere you will discover

a love so sweet that it tasted like no other,

and on that day may you both drink deep

from that grail we found - but then failed to keep.



It's a season I've learned well - some things just cannot be,

the key that will unlock your soul is someone else (not me).

If you should remember - hope you smile and wish me well,

as I walk my path to heaven through ten thousand miles of hell.



I stand alone against the cold grey sky,

it was blue that day (but not as blue as I).

I left my hearts high on that Roman hill,

I'll wait a thousand years but it will be there still.



Holding hands in silence as the day came to an end,

we climbed up there as lovers - then we walked back down just friends.

I've know my share of heartaches, never thought of them as bad -

but had never quite imagined I could ever feel this sad.