(M. Greaves) You're so near We could touch You're so sad You cry too much You're so warm To hold on to We don't do The things we want to We can fly to the moon So why can't I reach you? Oh, oh why can't I reach you? Future's bright For me alright I close my eyes You saw the light Here it's dark And I'm so blue Here it's cold Wanting you I love you Oh, I love you so God, give me Some control