I Walked Down The Hill sluggishly And Frail the Wind Blew Hard hard On Me i Imagined It Your Ghost White Body making Love With Me i Walked Down The Hill found You Crying At The Window Sill there Lies The Bridge of Our Lost Dreams i Want To See It Once More Before I Leave i Still Feel The Sting In My Hand from When I Hit You i Keep You Picture tidy And Safe In A Shrine and Hope That In Time we'll Have A House On The Shore that Showers My Soul washes Away The Violence That runs In My Blood drains The Pain That I Caused You down Through