I drowned in the infinitude of that promised place
where we abandoned dreams and took flight apart
I’ve traveled beyond time and unconfined space
but nothing yet warms my heart, quite like your face
There’s words I think have been too often abused
but maybe I lacked critical depth and my analysis was wrong
In this winners game, some of us losers fear to be used
so we suffer our love too long, as in the heart it’s suffused
If I could speak magic words, to give you a miracle
call the powers of heaven to bring love into your town
take away the hate and make your demons to go invisible
could I see you in a wedding gown, and build something invincible?
Little Borrowers 