When I feel you being pulled away,
when I feel you,
when I feel,
I can suspect
that it's not just me
who I worry about.
When I see a distance in your eyes,
a distance I can't reach,
a distance never measured,
I want to find you,
even be lost with you.
I want to make you stay,
stay in my gaze.
Where is your mind going?
Come back to me.
I can show you a path for your eyes to look-
not always on me,
I don't expect that,
but with me,
ahead,
looking towards
who knows,
but looking towards.