A Far Cry from Here

(Malcolm Holcombe) I've heard misfortune blossoms And wasted ways before me by the cause Of giving someone time enough for spending Love only borrowed I've placed myself at ease Listening to the lies and self-belief Of wanting something close enough for keeping A far cry from here But I believe in wasting years To speaking of the deer who has been spared Innocence so near A far cry from here Even still, the night's passing Behind a heart, an emptiness still follows The distance stands the swallow's heart from lending me Love only borrowed But I believe in wasting years To speaking of the deer who has been spared Innocence so near A far cry from here Some are sad of truly knowing There's belonging in just longing for someone My shoulder rests a road I only follow Love only borrowed But I believe in wasting years To speaking of the deer who has been spared Innocence so near A far cry from here A far cry from here A far cry from here