A drifting and lonely confusion Surrounds her wherever she is The places, the times Other people don't matter There's nothing she sees that's not his He comes to her in her sorrow She runs to him in her way Thinking, maybe, they would borrow each other 'Til there was no more to say They take the time To say goodbye To what they'd played a part in And making time Say hello to whatever they are started He cries, i am hollow She says, that's something i know, And all we can do is to swallow the echoes And wait for the aching to go He smiles at her, it is all right She smiles and smiles in her way Knowing they've grown Into sight of each other Knowing they're growing to stay And making love was making friends And making losing better And making love was loving To make this a little better