Making Plans

Time held its breath A motionless spell of rapture Across the room A memory had been captured

And through the years Though distance lay between us I carried your torch To illuminate the darkness

And I still lose myself In that orange glowing moment When your upturned face Seemed to answer all my questions But when I asked myself As I do from time to time now Where it all went wrong Is there really any point in making plans? In making plans?

So I made my vows In the last low hours of morning As I lay you down I heard you whispering a warning

But then we lost ourselves In that orange glowing moment And your upturned face Seemed to answer all my questions But when I asked myself As I do from time to time now Where it all went wrong Is there really any point in making plans? In making plans?

And I still lose myself I still lose myself making plans