I see you walking in the streets again

a quiet ocean in a suit of grey

locations mixed and drifting

our features dim and shifting

I stand and watch from years away

and I see you standing there like a miracle



the parks and bridges and the old school walls

a taste of summer in the cool of the dawn

some bright clothes out of focus

the shops are still and closed up

I'm old enough to know they never wait

then I see you standing there like a miracle



I'm walking through you in these crowded places

you're swimming slowly under all these faces

the sky is going out now

I'm slowly turning round now

then someone says "it's not too late"

and I see you standing there like a miracle