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 me I 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 leave I still feel the sting in my hand From when I hit you I keep you picture Tidy and safe in a shrine And hope that in time, in time, in time We'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