Absence makes the heart go mad All the solid things become mirages The certain things Sand running in the hour glass Running away I scream along the ledge As the windows back and close I run around try to prove the sunrise I believe in belief But it's proof I need Can you show me it's me Can you show me it's me Traveling makes the mind go vague All the special faces fade away Spinning like a heat haze Shimmering Please send Polaroids Or an ear in the post A map to the treasure A key to the closed I need you like hell Can you help me again Can you show me it's me Can you show me it's me I run dry I run out I run cold I need help Trying to prove the sunrise Trying to prove the tides Trying to prove the blue moon sky And is it you? Is it you?
https://primoaccordo.net/marillion/mirages.htm