Sorrow, like a sweet refrain Repeating as I see my fall from grace in your eyes Our poses and our appetites And all the petty wars that lie between us
Oh, to lay these battles down And pray: Bless this union Our communion Only these things count
Standing here beneath the stars I wonder, did we travel far, or nowhere? Could our time be better spent If nothing else was heaven sent Like they were?
Now the night is on the run Fading New day dawning Bless this morning Only these things count