You don’t know me, but I see you

Claiming space underneath my skin,

While the wise and the strong refuse

My stone crumbles and rises with ease to the wind…

You don’t know me, but every day

You’re becoming a trusted friend,

While I sink in the weight of my ways

The stone rises and rides the waves to the sand…

We’re falling stars in stratospheres of worlds beyond our own

Where dawn’s a light born to reveal the mysteries yet unknown

And seeing, you see me, seeing you…

You don’t know me, but nights are soon

For the rising of righteous love,

In the darkness and hope of a tomb

The stone lapses, the angels have come from above…

We’re falling stars in stratospheres of worlds beyond our own

Where dawn’s a light born to reveal the mysteries yet unknown

And seeing, you see me, seeing you…

And all the while we’re making stories that someday

Will fill the time between the courses of our first date,

And we’ll laugh because it’s over now, and say it all makes sense…

But is this different?  I’m seeing you…

Well, is this different?  Are you seeing me?