By Cliff Vandeneynde  Cliff.Dreamer@village.uunet.be
Date: 24 August 1998

Faith and I aren't close

Stop loving me,
you make me high
flying above the land 
the land that gave birth to me,
over the see that swallows my thoughts
in spring, summer, winter or autumn,
it doesn't care, 
it isn't scared...

Can't you see,
now here I lie
reaching out for your hand
pull and set my feelings free,
stop loving me.
it doesn't care,
it isn't scared...

Because,
	faith and I were never close.