We live in a stretched-out world
and it never splits in two
but it slowly comes unfurled
when I'm curled up without you

and just when we seem most apart
I find your heart within a world of love

We live in a yardstick world
of eleven hundred miles
but the clock is flying, girl,
toward the days of tea and smiles

We live in a cryptic world
of a zillion hidden signs
Oh, my technicolor girl,
you're the only truth I find

and just when I'm about to crack
you bring me back into your world of love

©1994 Dolph Chaney