In Falling, Return 08/03/94

I think we're living on borrowed time
Is the saddest thing you've ever said
I see us sprawled over broken clocks
It's the saddest thing I've ever heard
You mention in this time before we're dead

I dreamed of you long before we met
You whispered to me down through the pines
And so in fog took my tragic time
Heard human rock warn me on my way
I believed myself to weak for the climb

And there I was on the mountain top
I stumbled blindly on living rock
Nude was your wind which whistled so soft
You spoke words but I heard only breeze
And then all around me was ever so still

This was the dream that I dreamed
Of you long before we had met
You were the wind in my hair
You were the sea in the air

Some spark has rekindled this fire
Some water has silenced my rage
Let me please borrow more time, much more time
Pour four years back through the page

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon