| All the mistakes that I have made
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| All the things I should have seen but I looked away
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| All the things we should have shared that we kept to ourselves
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| All the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves
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| And I guess it’s the modern way â€" the phone call that comes
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| Flying out of a blue autumn day and suddenly everything
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| Goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone
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| With their own thoughts And now it’s as if I’m standing
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| Beneath a torrent of falling water, feeling things I don’t
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| Want to feel, remembering things I don’t want to remember
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| But we said what we said and we made what we made
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| And so I say the things I have learned to say
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| Thankful for words that can be used
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| We were both like waves not able to break
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| Rolling and turning and turning and rolling
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| But still not able to break
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| And I’m numb, I’m numb like when you’ve been driving
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| So fast for so long that it feels as if you’re hardly
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| Moving at all, my body rigid with tension, my sould all
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| Wound up like a twisted ttree, the way we used to be when
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| We sang of passion and justice and faith was easy and
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| Celebrated in a ritual of curling smoke, arms all raised up
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| Towards the lights…
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| And we said what we said but we made what we made
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| And so by now you’ll be further on that I ever went; |
| and is
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| It still painless? |
| Do you get to float and look down and do
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| All of that? |
| Tonight would be as good a night as any.
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| You’ll see the city alive like a great resting animal
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| Lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland and
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| Breathing little patterus of fire out into the cold dark
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| Coming of winter. |
| And I’m warming my back against
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| The heat of a bonfire â€" like the ones you so loved so build
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| And I’m thinking about it all â€" and I’m sorry and Im not sorry
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| Our time was made up of confused emotiongs and little
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| Whirlwinds and all that stuff we coulnd’t really talk about
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| But most of all it was sealed in sacred moments like these
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| And then it was gone… |