Surrogate Lover

I don't claim to know madness

But I do claim to know this

What it means to scream I love you

And never let it pass your lips

I don't claim to know the sorrow

Of an untouched promised land

But I've known two souls outreaching and never

Reached to take his hand

Do you know that too

Do you know that too

I'll sing you a song of the surrogate lover

Always playing second fiddle

In a blue duet

Feeling the weight of the absent other

Fighting hard to keep her peace

As he grows close and closer yet

All those days spent in the desert

All the strangeness of the incarnated mind

Did you ever walk the valley between

Seek and ye shall find

For the sparrowhawks find shelter

And the foxes find their den

But my love, it goes on reaching

And never

Seems to find its end

So I'll stand my ground as a surrogate lover

Feasting on his glances, drinking every word like wine

Longing for the presence of the absent other

Dying for a respite from the ever-present mind

Am I bound to live as a surrogate lover

Brushed aside as the breeze blows in

Arms outstretched for the absent other

Will I know, will I know, will I know, will I know, will I know?