If I gained such pleasure
With someone to measure
How much I had to forget
The lights go dim
And just for a whim
I’d having nothing to regret
If I gained such pleasure
With someone to measure
How much I had to regret
The lights go dim
And just for a whim
I’d having nothing to forget
When the light comes crawling
Through the creases of wooden floors
When the mist comes seeping
Between spaces of open doors
When the gleam comes crashing
Through the blue diaphanous glass
You know things will soon come to pass
If I gained such pleasure
With someone to measure
How much I had to forget
The lights go dim
And just for a whim
I’d having nothing to regret
If I gained such pleasure
With someone to measure
How much I had to regret
The lights go dim
And just for a whim
I’d having nothing to forget
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop