Those were the days she was a christian
Godless, honest, and polite
I fell into her crimson arms
Her sheets were sails in every dawn
I Was a tourist in her house, for a short time in the south
I gathered flowers from the neighbors' yards
Scattered petals for my love to find
I staggered up and down the block
I felt an outlaw on the run
We were but tourists in that spring - there was a light on everything
I'm spending most days in my memories
A scene in shadow on every corner, every street
But how I lingered far too long
Where the lotus eaters' go
I was a child, last I knew, then I fell in love with you
Oh what a restless generation
Walks the wire across an endless sea
You and I becoming strangers
And every moment pa**ing by
Is just a lifetime left behind
I was awakened from an anxious dream
But the visions just won't shake from me
The face of everyone I love
As faint as fire in the sun
The trace of everything we did
A thinning haze upon the wind
I was a tourist in your life, for a little, little while