We talked the sun down From off its high ledge, And it left us alone in the dark- Feeling our way By the thread of our veins That speak of our quickening hearts. The days fall and break like promises made By those that claim never to change, But lives are made whole from the ones come undone at our feet that we rearrange By morning there will be smoke in this room and shouts in the street before long Our future writ out on the walls of the past in the blood of the forgotten song Delores stands tall At her father's arm, His hand disappeared at her side Their faces opposed Like jacks on a card, In a picture when she was a bride; And love but a ghost rode up from the shore where dreams run away with the sea, And leave us to fade in the heat of a shade moving slowly as your eyes to me Oh how can you tell me What you've come to know, Oh how will I ever shake free Of what I've assumed From the shape of these rooms About all that we ever might be? There's nothing divine in the marking of time for it slips every frame we intend A river above us, it laughs at and loves us, confusing our beginnings and ends