Like A Miracle

<br>I see you walking in the streets again<br>a quiet ocean in a suit of grey<br>locations mixed and drifting<br>our features dim and shifting<br>I stand and watch from years away<br>and I see you standing there like a miracle<br>the parks and bridges and the old school walls<br>a taste of summer in the cool of the dawn<br>some bright clothes out of focus<br>the shops are still and closed up<br>I`m old enough to know they never wait<br>then I see you standing there like a miracle<br>I`m walking through you in these crowded places<br>you`re swimming slowly under all these faces<br>the sky is going out now<br>I`m slowly turning round now<br>then someone says "it`s not too late"<br>and I see you standing there like a miracle