I can remember it so well the bed of roses where we lay the crown of thorns I was so keen to give away All the warning signs ignored the passion's played
I could foresee what was to come I had a sense of what might happen The river runs and very rapidly becomes a torrent, sweeping us towards our ricochet
It takes a lifetime to unravel all the threads that have tied us in our webs of tourniquet
I stake no claim on memory I stand on ceremonial quicksand I look for something with solidity to hold something lasting, something pristine with no sense of decay
Can you remember how that was? Can you remember?
It takes a lifetime's understanding of the flow to surrender, let the current sweep you away What if I'd told you I would never let you go I would hold you every step along the way? It takes a lifetime to unlearn all that you know to return the things you borrowed for a day