As The days grew long,
The sun shines less,
Our bond was not strong,
The truth I must confess.

When does selfishness become irony,
And irony a virtue,
The truth I could not see,
I didn’t want to hurt you.

So I let the days pass,
My mind tore me apart,
Time ran out fast,
This was a matter of the heart.

The time soon came when I knew what to do,
But I couldn’t bring myself around,
I was falling for you,
My heart begun to race so fast you could hear its scared sound.

Things I loved,
Tied with things I regretted,
With the beauty of a dove,
This thing I had was threatened.

The paths of the future was the only thing on my mind,
I shoved behind the days of the past,
I tried to tell you but the words I could not find,
But if I could find them I knew my feelings would last.

Some things change,
But others stay the same,
Although you seemed out of my range,
It was no longer a game.

The hours slipped away,
And the years changed with the weather,
I only longed for the day,
That we could be together.

As I got up off the shelf,
And the sun shined more,
I found it in myself,
To confess that you were the one I adore.

Dan Wilson