The mirror shows some cracks
It's still me in there, but I don't look the same
Do you still see me for who I am?
Now that I am not what you think I am
Somebody turned off the light
And now I can't hear your voice
I can't see you, can't feel you
Though it's your hands hugging me in the dark
They are still playing our songs on the radio
But they don't sound the same
I think the rhythm seems to be too fast
Or is it us that are getting to be too slow?
The sun still comes out every day
But it doesn't feel to be warm anymore
I think stoney weather times have arrived
For my girl and I
The winter comes to Israel, and with it the stormy Ideas...
Watch in full view
to realize the details.
Just a simple reflection from a thin layer of water, on the wet sand.
I see from the comments it's not completly understood..
for the brilliant title suggestion.
I also recommend you take a listen to the music
composed from the words I wrote to this.
I truly appreciate his interpatation to my words. [link]
If you like it, be sure to tell him.