Sorrow, like a sweet refrain repeating as I 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 where? Now the night is on the run fading bless this morning new day downing only these things count