Авторы: Peter Hammill, David Jackson
We sat by ourselves, still looking for company; There could have been peace, but that eluded me All I could think of was what was on your mind. You tried to be kind, But I blocked your feelings. Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room And cry. You tried to make me one, But I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun. Running along in sunlight meadows Your eyes were never more than half-closed: Through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you. I tried to be true To the way that you thought I ought to be But, in spite of all my efforts, I failed. I tried to make you see But your eyes were blind to all but the bad in me. What do you think I mean When I say that I need you? How am I supposed to seem When we hit another problem and the answers are all torn from my book? Our lives are on paths we just can't control; We can grow closer as we get old.... Can you imagine us as we adjust? Can you imagine us Getting near eighty; We live more sedately, still hoping the dream will Come true? We'll try to be secure.... But I'm of uncertain mind and how can I be sure? how can I be sure? how can I be sure?