love doesn’t spare distances a single thought
when you are here, and when you are far
I am who I am, you are who you are
I’ve known that somehow, without knowing anythingthough days are frittered misunderstanding
the connections between us, but it’s always true
that I am still me and you are still you
Love isn’t frail and it doesn’t waverwhether we’re apart or we’re together
I claim nothing about eternal, but of this I’m sure
I know who I am, and I know who you are.
It’s just that these eyes as they get oldwell up a little quicker as you cross the threshold.