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 gone…