Vārdi: Vienna Teng. Waking Hour. Daughter.

Well, it's you and it's me
Me with a drink in my hand
The ice is tinkling like a wind chime
And late afternoon settles over the land

And you're talking about things
Interesting just slightly
And things that matter too much
To say any way but lightly

Did you know you're so beautiful
On the edge of summer?
That years from now
I'll cry to remember

How very close you were
Knowing this, will I reach for you?
Knowing this, will I reach for you?
The way you want me to

Well, it's time to be wise
Wise in the ways of the heart
To come out from under the covers
This voluntary state of apart

From the faces, Oasis
In this Sahara of sorrow
These graces that hold me
It's from you that I borrow