From a valley below I rose to find you
And you led me through the forest way
A path overgrown but visibly trodden
I was led astray
A metaphor, of course, I found you citywise
For a while thoughts surrounded and pervaded
You had found my place of little relevance
And invaded
Seven years left to time
Night and day ran together as twilight
The Northern Sun does rise
But nomadic as I am, I move with the night
I found you alone in a coffeeshop on Sunday
Only to walk into a wall of oppressive colloquy
"I'm waiting for Thomas to sweep me away
It's our anniversary and we plan to route astray"
I spoke as an infidel and announced my resignation
The speech was delivered to an audience in my head
"I've done my best, but my hours have dwindled
And so I will soon retire to my bed"
Seven years left to time
Night and day ran together as twilight
The Northern Sun does rise
But nomadic as I am, I move with the night
Thomas was a vagabond with iron eyes
And the metal seemed to quelch the love
She fooled herself time and time again
And would back down when push came to shove
But soon he left her and she was alone
Hiding in a corner at the coffeeshop at closing
She melted with the dark until the others would leave
And would painfully and slowly heal the bruising
Seven years after rising from the valley again
I returned for coffee and there she was
"I'm waiting for Thomas to sweep me away
It's our anniversary and we plan to route astray"
Seven years left to time; I've stopped counting
Night and day ran together as twilight
The Northern Sun does rise
But nomadic as we are, we move with the night
