歌词
作词 : Brian Kious
作曲 : Brian Kious
We lost ourselves on the way
Like chidren far too long out to play
Maybe you won't remember my name
But yours is such a permanent stain
We kept our hands to ourselves
Placed intentions high on the shelf
Silk and lavender hug your frame
And men who won't again be the same
I've tried to reach you at home
By pigeon, telegram, telephone
Still nothing seems to be getting through
Still writing verse to memories of you
Jesus, let the time ake its' toll
On fools who never seem to let go
Truth be told and truth be tossed
From mouths where memory is the cost.