My wife is not my wife.
She’s walking down the hall,
looking for my name.
She’s just a picture in a frame.
My bride is not my bride,
she’s lost the key, and is locked inside.
My dearest friend is not my friend.
Wet toes walking in the sand.
Against you only have I sinned.
My friend is there, but where?
My wife is not my wife.
Though we are old,
she is the wife of my youth.
She has the eyes of a dove,
she’s the one that my soul loves.
My wife is not my wife.
She is my youth and old age.
My wife is not my wife.
She is my life.
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