The Echoing Green

If I Could...

The Echoing Green


Senses start to falter 
My vision is altered 
There's a blind wind running 
Through the trees 
My memories 
They deceive so cunningly 

With no reply 
With no reprieve 
I try to chase what I believe 
Into my mind 
Where I lie - that everything's fine 

But if I could... 
turn around 
And if I could... 
hear the sound 
And if I could... 
feel the ground 
falling beneath me 

I don't want to tell you goodbye 
But I don't want to tell you a lie 
This thing... 
This aching 
Tears my heart and 
Cuts me down to size 
I don't remember 
A time when things like this 
Weren't so amiss 
This abyss 
I can't believe I'm so naive to this.