I Know
Eternal Longing: Trespassers William's Poetic Odyssey of Unfulfilled Love
Lyrics
I know I'll never see you
I acknowledge that I will never see you.
I know I'll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets
I acknowledge that I will never unexpectedly encounter your presence while navigating the winding streets.
I know I'll never hear you
I am aware that I will never hear your voice.
I know I'll never hear you like a sound that wafts inside from outside there
I am aware that your voice, like a distant sound, will not reach me from the outside.
I know that if I waited I know that if I wait a thousand days will lie wasted with thoughts of you
I recognize that waiting for you is futile, as a thousand days would be wasted with thoughts of you.
My love I've pictured this
In my imagination, I have envisioned the following:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "here's where you've been"
Your eyes opening, revealing a violet hue, expressing recognition of my presence.
Your lips open to say "my darling it's been so very long and I'm in pain"
Your lips parting to convey the extended period of separation and the pain you've endured.
I know I'll never feel you
I am certain that I will never physically feel your presence.
I know I'll never get so close to you that I can't smell anything else
I am certain that I will never be so close to you that the scent of anything else is imperceptible.
I know that it is raining
I am aware that it is currently raining.
And I know that the rain will soak you through
I am aware that the rain will drench you thoroughly.
And leave you like the tattered sky
Leaving you resembling the torn and tattered sky.
I know I go in circles
I am conscious of my repetitive actions or thoughts.
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
I am aware that looking through window panes only reveals rain, not your face.
My love I've pictured this
In my imagination, I have envisioned:
Your violet eyelids opened to say "here's where you've been"
Your eyes opening, displaying a violet hue, indicating your return.
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Sometimes, I imagine all your fingers in various scenarios.
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
They may be sensually moving down my spine.
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Or engaged in the simple act of buttoning your jacket.
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
Even when physically distant, I still consider you as mine.
Sometimes I picture all your fingers
Repetition of the imagery of your fingers in different scenarios.
Sometimes they're crawling down my spine
They may be sensually moving down my spine.
Sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
Or engaged in the simple act of buttoning your jacket.
Sometimes you're far but you're still mine
Even when physically distant, I still consider you as mine.
I know I go in circles
I am conscious of my repetitive actions or thoughts.
I know that window panes bring only rain and not your face
I am aware that looking through window panes only reveals rain, not your face.
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