(Pal Waaktaar/Mags)

We got married on a cold mid-winter's morning

We said our lines

Then kissed

And it was over

Those pronouncements had such weight

I guess they made us hesitate

Hesitate

When she moved her hips

And swayed in my direction

I thought we could make it yet

And beat the isolation

But in that gentle dark

Man, we tore ourselves apart

Through fire and rain

Through wilderness and pain

Through the losses, through the gains

On love's roller coaster train

I call your name

Oh God...we used to laugh

Is the fire dying, babe

It hurts to ask

Let me hold you for awhile.