I thought I saw you by the side, Illuminating foreign climes. A figment, a splinter, a vessel for me To wander as freely as I'll ever be. Shrapnel stars puncture brightly, Wounding skies that stretch so widely Over dunes of dust, in shades of rust, Where shadows claim the both of us. Is that an answer or is this an echo? Are you the answer or are you an echo? These godly skies kindly provide The perfect scene for our goodbyes. A providence, so palpable It sets aflutter, palpiter. Bleached by the moonlight, Bathed in bonewhite, Under cover of cobalt and shelter of slate You appeared immaculate. Is that an answer or is this an echo? Are you the answer or are you an echo? I know that distance lends enchantment to the view But I know that I see you and I know you see me too And so I called out