Here's your suitcase You can keep the microwave There's nothing to say It would have happened anyway, yeah You know the distance You know the truth There's no resistance I'm breaking up with you That's our last dance We may say that it's ok, over You better go your own way These things happen everyday, yeah You know the distance You know the truth There's no resistance I'm breaking up with you Like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles Of our wishes - did we have so many? - For stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere; Almost every gaze upward became Wedded to the swift hazard of their play, And our heart felt like a single thing Beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance - And was whole, as if it would survive them! Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives, Where monasteries like gray shrouds stand August symbols of unlived lives, There pilgrims climb slowly one by one, And behind them a blind man goes; With him I will walk till day is done Up the pathway that no one knows ...