See, the clouds are creeping towards the sun And Im slipping away unseen by anyone The light is turning gray the day is done Water is so cold and heavy on my mind I dreamed of walking with you but I fell behind Looking for a road I could not find And now the ice is stirring and spring is near There is no one calling but the sound is clear And though Im not yet gone, Im still not here
stirring, unseen, creeping, slipping, dreamed