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...another re-write, this time A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Close in Time

We are close, I can almost
feel your beating heart
and my kiss will only miss
your lips by seven yards.
I can see your love for me,
reaching out and almost mine
and that is all we'll ever be:
we are close in time.

Time turns his wheel and I must kneel
to grind to sand the stone,
the hourglass begins to fill
and I am all alone.
And although proud we are and bold
we cannot turn the tide
our hands are close yet cannot hold
we are close in time.

In ashes lost the barren fields,
a distant dream your smile,
brown with rust the battered shields
we are close in time.

My back is bent, I catch a scent
of that which could have been,
but for the cold, endless descent
of years and destiny.
I cannot kiss but only watch
the starlight in your eyes,
our naked souls too far for touch;
we are close in time.

Time turns his wheel and I must kneel
to grind to sand the stone.
Time has no care for how I feel
when cold is heart and bone.
The seabirds sing, the sun is low
gone are the good and kind
I cannot stay, and you must go...
we are close in time.

In ashes lost the barren fields,
a distant dream your smile,
brown with rust the battered shields
we are close in time.

We are close, I can almost
feel your beating heart
and my kiss will only miss
your lips by seven yards.
I can see your love for me,
reaching out and almost mine
and that is all we'll ever be:
we are close in time.

OrchestraInside wrote:...another re-write, this time A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Close in Time

We are close, I can almost
feel your beating heart
and my kiss will only miss
your lips by seven yards.
I can see your love for me,
reaching out and almost mine
and that is all we'll ever be:
we are close in time.

Time turns his wheel and I must kneel
to grind to sand the stone,
the hourglass begins to fill
and I am all alone.
And although proud we are and bold
we cannot turn the tide
our hands are close yet cannot hold
we are close in time.

In ashes lost the barren fields,
a distant dream your smile,
brown with rust the battered shields
we are close in time.

My back is bent, I catch a scent
of that which could have been,
but for the cold, endless descent
of years and destiny.
I cannot kiss but only watch
the starlight in your eyes,
our naked souls too far for touch;
we are close in time.

Time turns his wheel and I must kneel
to grind to sand the stone.
Time has no care for how I feel
when cold is heart and bone.
The seabirds sing, the sun is low
gone are the good and kind
I cannot stay, and you must go...
we are close in time.

In ashes lost the barren fields,
a distant dream your smile,
brown with rust the battered shields
we are close in time.

We are close, I can almost
feel your beating heart
and my kiss will only miss
your lips by seven yards.
I can see your love for me,
reaching out and almost mine
and that is all we'll ever be:
we are close in time.

O.I. this is my favorite part:

and my kiss will only miss
your lips by seven yards.

I mean, I like that you know it's exactly seven yards. [that's impressive]

Yeah, I use a tape to measure.

Or...

I'm glad I could entertain you. Y'know, one of the majors reasons I like Cohen is his use of symbols and metaphors. I like it when there is something to things beyond face value.

Well, I haven't written much until very recently, so I'm out of practice as well

I'm sure it does, but that approach wouldn't make much sense of much of Cohen's work - take 'Democracy' for instance.

Or the "We Call This Life" I just posted.

Or the Talmud for that matter...

I like holes. The deeper you go, the less you know; at best, you can paint a bit of it with words.

Night.