I think this time you've said enough to make me want to leave this place. Still I keep coming back for more of the same to fan the dying flame. Here inside these walls that seem to move a little closer every day.
We've got to stay together. We've got to find each other now. That is how we can learn all about the other man's song. On the plains of abraham. When they sent the lamb to die.
I remember when best friends were jealous lovers. Lyin' warm asleep beneath the covers, dreaming of belonging to each other. And so we tried, never too close, never too near, dyin' in time.