Cannon

Sharing body heat when it was cold Letting go when we wanted to be held United by thoughts we could not understand I picked out a silly name The only one that would rhyme When I really wanted to call you mine Humbled by the fact that it wasn't our time I held a rifle It ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon Out there on the sands In the last free place In the presence of your grace Wounded by the light of a soaring fireball With cool hearts racing within Your last touch is still on my skin I picked out a silly name The only one that would rhyme When I really wanted to call you mine Humbled by the fact that it wasn't our time I held a rifle It ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon Out there on the sands I held a rifle It ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon Out there on the sands In the last free place In the presence of your grace My mind still wanders And if I can't find my way back I will always treasure The memory of your Beautiful face