Should such a thought ever cross your mind
A politic distance I kept from you
Now you drift apart
But once it was he who filled your life
You must know after all these years
What has changed your mind '
Stars or storms
or a false beam In your molten eyes.
Is it too soon or too late we choose to decide?
The sweetness of it all was...
None of us were wise
Nor were we of divided minds
You drowned yourselves in a flush flood
Worldly wise I stood on the shore
To keep myself dry
Now you weep for your headlong plunge
I for my wisdom cry.