We met down in the valley where the wine of love and destruction flows

There in that curve of darkness where the flowers of temptation grow

I left the rest for the others, it was you and nothing else

You felt so good to me, baby, as good as life itself

You were life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you

I knew you were in trouble, and anyone could tell

You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell

You squandered all your riches, your, your beauty and your wealth

Like you had no further use for, for life itself

You were life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you

Why do the things that we treasure most slip away in time

Till to the music we grow deaf and to God's beauty blind?

Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart

Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our hearts?

And to life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you

So here's one for the road, here's one to your health

And to life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you

Life itself, life itself, life itself, life itself…