Texty: John Hiatt. Distance.

You are the beautiful lover, my lover
I am the distant shore so far away
There is so much to uncover, love's hiding
What is this distance for? What is it for?

Out of the dark I am falling, I'm falling
Into your warm candle flame so bright
A butterfly pinned to love's calling, love's calling
Why must this magic be named, must it be named

We've filled the air with silent stares
But still no one dare we are strangers
The sad jealous praise as the symphony plays
And we are the foolish arrangers, the foolish arrangers

You are the beautiful lover, my lover
I am the distant shore so far away
There is so much to uncover, love's hiding
What is this distance for? What is it for?