Distanced Beauty

There was a bar in Paris and a radio in London. And in between there were laughters, tears and discussions; only over the phone. There was never a bridge so eyes could meet and hands could clutch. So shoulders, noses and lips could touch. There was never a bridge so love could be more than just a pretty story. There was never a bridge so hapiness could be put into reality.

What is it with distance and beauty. Why the moon, the stars, sunset and sunrise are to be seen from afar. And a dream to remain a dream, a sweet touch in that cup of tea and cream. That bitter dark liquid we're addicted to, that impossible tale starred by only me and you.

There was a bar in Paris, a radio in London and a thousand clue . That impossible cup of tale we're addicted to, a sweet dream starred by only me and you. Distance and beauty, the impossible reality.