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