Visions

I've got a vision
So clear in my head
It's a strange kind of prison
It is and it isn't

It's the life that I'm bound to live
Without ever knowing why
It's the beauty of the morning
It's the soft line of your thigh

It's the day that I found your note
As I walked along the shore
I read the lines you wrote
Left hidden in my coat

It's the truth
It's the truth
And it's a lie

She loved to be alone, alone
To feel the shape of her self at home
That could not be known
Like a stranger on the street
Whose eyes you fail to meet

He loved to be alone, alone
To feel the limits of his hours blown
Scattered and thrown
Like on a windy day
A morning cast away

It's the truth
It's the truth
And it's a lie