Having walked together
to get lost,
and then to get found.
Having split our own
selfish paths,
only to turn around.
Having heard
so many melodies,
but your laugh
is the sweetest sound.
So twice ten miles
still a long way off
to get to that blissful ground.
Did someone say,
what goes around
always comes back around?
Did you see
those mountains glowing?
And that fresh stream
spilling over?
Did you see
those clouds hanging?
And the crisp waters
cascading lower?
Does that misty land beckon?
Does that feeling of love abound?
So twice ten miles
still a long way off
to get to that blissful ground.
Did someone say,
what goes around
always comes back around?
Is the dying day
coloured violet?
Is the melting moon
made of chalk?
Do the flowers really breathe,
the stars twinkle?
Or is it the vibe
of our walk?
I could trust you'll always love me.
That magic will always surround.
So twice ten miles
Still a long way off
to get to the blissful ground.
Did someone say,
what goes around
always comes back around?
What if you had to
tread the path alone?
What if one day,
I went up in smoke?
Would life still
always be this beautiful?
And our being
suddenly become a joke?
Why do I feel I'll always stay?
In some bunker deep deep down.
So twice ten miles
still a long off
to get to that blissful ground.
It's this crazy li'l thing
called 'love', my friend.
And that's what makes
the world go round.
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