A Sad Kind Of Funny

Sitting here, by these windows,
looking out into the night,
wondering as the wind blows
will we ever get it right.

It’s a sad kind of funny,
a funny kind of sad,
when people so together
can be so very far apart.

Watching as the clouds
wipe the tears of the skies;
feeling the shrouds of dread
drifting slowly over my eyes.

Countless place and countless times
I’ve reached out for your hand;
You were there, but you were not
I can’t begin to understand.

Clasped together, gliding on the dance floor
dancing so slow it feels there’s tomorrow;
I whisper to myself, I want to know,
Do I dance with you or with a shadow?

So now today I reach out my hand,
will you take it, and clasp my fingers
or will you not, and let me linger?

It’s a sad kind of funny,a funny kind of sad…

[num sei d kem é :,( ... inda nao dxkobri.....]