As the space between us grows and grows,
Let's dig our toes into the sand,
And watch the tides as they rise and rise
Up to the sky.

As the time between us slows and slows,
Let's say we know ourselves better
Than the hands upon these clocks and clouds
And little sounds.

And it's not so bad, 'cause I can see you in the sunset.
And these notes I write upon these leaves are perfect.
I wait for Autumn winds to blow what long ago was written
Across the rising sea. (It's you and me.)

I proposed that mine were not fine.
And you supposed that yours were not unlike.
So I supposed a trade would suffice.
But you proposed a compromise.
(Your hand in mine.)

And it's not so bad, 'cause I can see you in the sunset.
And these notes I write upon these leaves are perfect.
I wait for Autumn winds to blow what long ago was written
Across the rising sea. (It's you and me.)