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.
