Peter Koppes - Apex Farmer lyrics

You must have thought that I made it all up

But you don't understand

It's times like these that I think of her

A breezy essence floats on my memory

Coming and fading like the fleeting smiles

Blissful wonder and serenity

A mirror for my self-preservation

Playground of my rambling search

But now that she is gone

I see the echo of her in the eyes of others

And a deep breath escapes my lips

At the distance between sisters and brothers