The Flow

i really don´t know how to do this
i wish i knew this
maybe just screw this
my love for you could deeply grow
but there`s this missing flow
a difference in minds as it unwinds
i see
together we won´t be
in tune
perhaps i think this
to soon

with my mind set out to find you
in that see that we
started to swim in
i guess there´s no winnin´
lets not be clingin´
to something that´s gone
and cannot be won back
that´s the lack of luck
or a mind that´s stuck with itself
love on the shelf out of reach
with each step we take we make our way
which leads us astray
apart from each other we stay

in your eyes i found something
i cling to
though i won´t call you
again even when
you say you felt the undertow of the flow
that pulls at your feet every time we meet