Late Gazes - Thirteen Senses

Late gazes, window paines

And in the end their not looking

No one gets to the wasted of mind

So insufficient this time

So we said lets forgive this touch

And all the lies we're making

Then the bitter of cold then hot

With all the sun that is burning

Gaze into passing places late at nght

Gaze into welcome faces when you see your right

Gaze into your own eyes

The sun and the tv screen

And in the end we're all dreaming

Not a face not a final hour

And in the end there's no warning

Would'nt it be so much better

If we could look at what we're seeing

Late gazes wore me down

Oh wont you see what your doing

Gaze into passing places late at nght

Gaze into welcome faces when you see no right

Gaze into your own eyes

When its too late