Down Through

I walked down the hill, sluggishly and frail

The wind blew hard, hard on me

I imagined it your ghost white body

Making love with meI walked down the hill

Found you crying at the window sill

There lies the bridge of our lost dreams

I want to see it once more before I leaveI still feel the sting in my hand

From when I hit you

I keep your picture tidy and safe in a shrine

And hope that in time, in time, in timeWe'll have a house on the shore

That showers my soul, washes away the violence

That runs in my blood

Drains the pain that I've caused you

Down through