The woman in the window turns to see him wave

She says life is like a sailor in a storm

Truth knocks once then slips away

Love shouts loudly then it fades

Like water off a collar slightly worn

Walking by lightning Taken by storm

Frozen by fire

Healed by thorns

A flash in the night is always what it seems

And memory prides itself on being brave

>From the end you see the mean

Like a vague forgotten dream

Crawling through the mist of yesterday