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I can remember it so well,the bed of roses where we lay,the crown of thorns I was so keen to give away.All the warning signs ignored,the passion's played.I could foresee what was to come,I had a sense of what might happen.The river runs and very rapidlybecomes a torrent, sweeping ustowards our ricochet.It takes a lifetime to unravel all the threadsthat have tied us in our webs of tourniquet.I stake no claim on memory.I stand on ceremonial quicksand.I look for something with solidity to hold:something lasting, something pristine,with no sense of decay.Can you remember how that was?Can you remember?It takes a lifetime's understanding of the flowto surrender, let the current sweep you away.What if I'd told you I would never let you go,I would hold you every step along the way?It takes a lifetime to unlearn all that you knowto return the things you borrowed for a day. Aus Songtexte Mania