something [bad word] between me and the world that knew 
what I thought wild last is falling apart in the face of something new 
how can I explain that I had no choice
the sound of the waves fills her ears and drowns out my voice 
and I am just too far away for her to believe what I say 
she could not hear me, she would not listen anyway

how can I write a letter the post is so slow
if I am to disappoint her then that is something she ought to know 
I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
how can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone 
you say that things will get better
but she would hate me if I let her
and she reads so much in every word that I say

I thought that being apart would lust bring us some variety
but after some time it seems clear that she is changed in a different way from 
me 
and I would like to shout at someone but no one is to blame
it is just her it is just me and everything that is 
just not the same
sometimes I would turn back the clock 
and recapture all that we've lost 
but I could not give up all that we have today