Once we lit a candle in the cold, dark street and hoped the world one day would burst into flame.
We spilled a cup of water there in the desert heat and dreamed the Earth was drenched in the grace of love's sweet rain.
Now you're the catch in my throat,
Was I in your dream of last goodbyes?
Now you're the thorn in my heart,
Was I a flash in your eyes?
Once, we pulled some angels from our magic hats, then we danced with them along the scenic routes,
Here is the dream-room where we left our tracks, and dared to imagine what it all was all about.
Now you're the catch in my throat,
Was I in your dream of last goodbyes?
Now you're the thorn in my heart,
Was I a flash in your eyes?
And Cohen was singing, "If it be your will"
And we heard him singing, "If it be your will"
Once we painted pictures, most the world would never see, and hung them up on nails that held God's feet and hands.
We built a playhouse in a fallen tree,
That you'd be first to leave was never in the plans.
Now you're the catch in my throat,
Was I in your dream of last goodbyes?
Now you're the thorn in my heart,
Was I a flash in your eyes?
Was I a flash in your eyes?
Feels like the late-great's around us here,
Feels like the late-great's around us here,
Feels like the late-great's around us here.
