One Word

Night-time is falling on the Louvre. It's been a lazy afternoon. We walk to the house, the air is clear, The water's still moving in the pool. You say the same thing again. One word; we fight. We're in a game. Let it all fade away. One word. One sound. It makes the world go 'round. You'll see you can't win- the same place but not the same spin. If it fades away, I don't mind. We were miles away, we were miles away, We were miles and miles away. Remember this oil by Augustus John? These are the ones I found in Rome. There are few things I keep for long. When does your plane leave for Cologne? I recall the train - People danced again. One world we're in. We'll find the same thing. Never mind... with time, we'll dance again. If it all fades away... One word - I saw - that's all it took to turn them around. Strange world, no sound. The same things are everywhere around. You'll see, with time we'll dance again. Let it all fade dancing away. All the sounds I heard on a summer night, and the quiet words we exchanged. I felt she was pulling back to emphasize - I was falling into Mona Lisa's eyes. And she turned, and she turned, she was far away. She was miles away. One word, I found, that's all it took to turn him around. She watched. He sighs. He waits for a touch of her eyes. And then she turns away. She won't let him touch her any more today. She was miles away. She was so many miles away.