there is a wall, a yawning rift
a glass between two plates adrift
I see you shout and start to wave
we talk in riddles, speak charades
picture worlds we've never seen
and I'll hear things you'd never mean
still I will aim to see your side
and you'll know that I truly tried
and though my darkened spyglass view
could never hope to capture you
through forests, over hills and moors
my canyon wall leans out to yours
there is a wall, a yawning rift
a glass between two plates adrift
my separation and defense
my constant curse, my preference
would that I better understood
how to draw near, I wish I could
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Written and performed by Dane Larson