Near and Far Away

Near and Far Away Near and far away, there she is, near to me, in my head, Yet, her lovely body is far away, so far away she is from me, my love, my dear. Still I can hear her sing softly in my ear. As her blue velvet hands, painted in white bare flesh, hold me together, when the sun sets, I can hear her laughing with joy, but at the same time, I hear cries of sorrow, and it starts to rain, both near and far away.