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 these 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 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