Cliffhanger

Don't make me out to be
A fear you've fashioned from
Your personal history
A tune that beats the drum

What you see, and what I feel
Exist in separate spaces

And If I reach for you
You'd probably pull back your hand
So fit to be tied,
How will it end?

Don't make me out to be
Some sort of fantasy
Unless I'm painted in
The Luxor Sky Beam light

What you think and what you know
Don't exist outside you

And If I reach for you
You'd probably pull back your hand
So fit to be tied,
How will it end?

And how much can I take?
And how long should I wait?
Can't you feel it shaking the ground, soaring through my soul?
I can't remember what's left to write

Take the pen, force my hand
The author cries, "how will it end?"

And If I reach for you
You'd probably pull back your hand
So fit to be tied,
How will it end?

And If I reach for you
You'd probably pull back your hand
So fit to be tied,
How did this begin?



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Greeley
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