You should might as well whisper, I'd still
hear your words, as far as I am supposed to go
where words travel slower, It's a completely different
world.

For if I am called a saint I might as well call you
a god, for without worship I write something like
a psalm fo you every day and every night.

Impressed as I'd like to be, my pressence here
is only that of a passer by, concerning only the flight
that will let me flee I can only turn around and say
goodbye.

And so I turn my back to the world I used to know.

Interrupting inspiration, a fleeting glimpse of that
sought fo emotion, of the oldest wish, more even
than you and I, a wish I'd like granted tonight.

...but I can only turn around and say goodbye.

And so I turn my back on the world I used to know,
once more.