Behold, the sky is falling down
As twilight descends
Shattered rays still filter through
As the veil of darkness unfolds
In rapture I see all grace is gone
Embraced, all light now sleeps
The fall has come
This time is my home
At this time of year
All my anguish is gone
...with the sun...
The wind wipes out all grace
rejoice as the storm comes down
Behold the man upon the hill
Lonely he's awaiting
Sorrow is his only friend
Only he knows why
As wind has wiped out all grace
Raptured I am as the storm is taking me
Home
The wind has carried me
Back to my realmSome people remember the first time / some can't forget the last / Some just select what they want to from the past / It's a song that you danced to in high school / it's a moon you tried to bring down / On a four-in-the-morning drive through the streets of town
Come on come on, it's getting late now / Come on come on, take my hand / Come on come on, you just have to whisper / Come on come on, I will understand
It's a photograph taken in Paris, at the end of the honeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then that summer night
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose
And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago
We rode in his daddy's car down the river road
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
Come on come on