All the mistakes that I have made All the things I should have seen but I looked away All the things we should have shared that we kept to ourselves All the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves And I guess it's the modern way the phone call that comes flying out of a blue autumn day and suddenly everything goes so and quiet and soon everyone seems to be alone with their own thoughts And now it's as if I'm standing beneath a torrent of falling water, feeling things I don't want to feel, remembering things I don't want to remember But we said what we said and we made what we made
And so I say the things I have learned to say Thankful for words that can be used We were both like waves not able to break Rolling and turning and turning and rolling But still not able to break
And I'm numb, I'm numb like when you've been driving so fast for so long that it feels as if you're hardly moving at all, my body rigid with tension, my sould all wound up like a twisted ttree, the way we used to be when we sang of passion and justice and faith was easy and celebrated in a ritual of curling smoke, arms all raised up towards the lights And we said what we said but we made what we made And so by now you'll be further on that I ever went; and is it still painless? Do you get to float and look down and do all of that? Tonight would be as good a night as any.. you'll see the city alive like a great resting animal lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland and breathing little patterus of fire out into the cold dark coming of winter. And I'm warming my back against the heat of a bonfire like the ones you so loved so build and I'm thinking about it all and I'm sorry and Im not sorry. Our time was made up of confused emotiongs and little whirlwinds and all that stuff we coulnd't really talk about but most of all it was sealed in sacred moments like these And then it was goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
