late gazes

Thirteen Senses

Late gazes, window paines
And in the end their not looking
No one gets to the wasted of mind
So insufficient this time

So we said lets forgive this touch
And all the lies we're making
Then the bitter of cold then hot
With all the sun that is burning

Gaze into passing places late at nght
Gaze into welcome faces when you see your right
Gaze into your own eyes

The sun and the tv screen
And in the end we're all dreaming
Not a face not a final hour
And in the end there's no warning

Would'nt it be so much better
If we could look at what we're seeing
Late gazes wore me down
Oh wont you see what your doing

Gaze into passing places late at nght
Gaze into welcome faces when you see no right
Gaze into your own eyes
When its too late