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.