The times we had ended with a holiday as snow touched pine we cried ourselves near death I had never been so alone So torn between the world of wisdom and love Which mistake did you rather make? Mine was made moons ago in the air of Sinatra and sex Wisdom was commander then But you wouldn't let me go You pursued through brown, yellow and finally green Reaching me through my ego Bending my logic into admiration California was but an old dream abode We found a new shade of life A place to make you mine And it fell with winter... Years passed and I became obscure Unrecognizable to myself but tragedy to you You set me free and I ran like a dog in the deepest trance Suffering was innevitable pain irreversable And still we would embrace the sweetest knife to my soul every thrust cut deeper until you recognized the bleeding and in your wisdom you ended love and I became numb