I can’t recall the details at all
The room, the four walls
Of the night that remains?
The shape of our love, lines on a page
As if everything i knew
Was reduced to the mood

Was there a time when I was sure?
There was no need for anything more
Than just a simple moon
Than just a simple moon
Than just a simple moon

Is this just a fantasy?
Will I soon be at the center of the ceremony
Revealing the stage, reading lines from some tired page
It seems I’m well on my way
When every movement forward is just to delay

My love, my love, my love
May be just a passing dream