Visions

I've got a vision So clear in my head It's a strange kind of prison It is and it isn't It's the life that I'm bound to live Without ever knowing why It's the beauty of the morning It's the soft line of your thigh It's the day that I found your note As I walked along the shore I read the lines you wrote Left hidden in my coat It's the truth It's the truth And it's a lie She loved to be alone, alone To feel the shape of her self a home That could not be known Like a stranger on the street Whose eyes you fail to meet He loved to be alone, alone To feel the limits of his hours blown Scattered and thrown Like on a windy day All meaning cast away It's the truth It's the truth And it's a lie