You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything
The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore.
The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore
The name that you call in its place isn't waiting for your embrace
The word that you learned to behold cannot hold you anymore.
In a matter of time it, would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time.
More, you want more
More, you want more
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can know you.
B.H.
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