Sequence Ii: The Lonely Views Of Condors

[Woman on voice mail:]Hi babe, I'm glad you called. I've been wanting to talk to you, too. I miss you. Call me. Bye.Sometimes it's coming over mefeels like a warm rainSometimes it's coming back to meLike a memoryJust like the heat of endless wintersThe cold of midday sunsIt's the longest, the longest way a man can goSometimes it's more than I can takeLast night I spread my wingsUpon two worlds collidingAnd somewhere in the monstrous distanceThe world, it came down on meNow I am soaring on lost latitudeA navigator with no chartLooking down on all the colours thatSeparate day from nightAnd all the demons in my headStill permeate the sleepI will feast upon their strange desiresBring me something to keep the night awayAnd here I amSo close and yet too far from youAnd here I standlost in the echoes of goodbyesAnd here I amStill with something left to loseA world was lost the other dayAnd I am choking on the sedimentsAnd all the things that could have been would have beenAre the things than will not let me growDrifting through the bitter echoes,And the stillness far and wide,All alone with the nameless phantomsChasing down a lonely roadSometimes it's coming over meLike a warm rainSometimes it's coming back to meLike it's all destinyAnd here I am,So close and yet too far away from you,And here I stand,Lost in the echoes of goodbyes.And here I am,I'm so close and yet too far away from you,And here I stand,Lost in the echoes of goodbyes…Here I am! Here I stand!I'm lost in the echoes of goodbyes!Here I stand…