I hear the churchbells ringing so it must be Sunday morning; my head still pounding from Saturday night I'm floating down the river, keep my neck above the water it's not the way I planned it but everything's all right no it's not the way I planned it, but lives have ways of wandering and where I'd hoped to aim for is not what fate saw fit to bring everything is going to be all right well I lost more than I gathered; another mirror shattered / seven years bad luck is somehow no surprise to me but if life's just killing time with no reason and no rhyme let the peace and grace and light of Sunday morning set me free I remember, I remember... all the world held its breath when you leaned forward with a kiss... I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember this everything is going to be all right