A noise from the hillside Behind which is time Echoes in me Will echo in mine It was nightfall quickly when the calls came The aging disruption Good was good,it was all that came The rushing color of your radiant face High was high It was all that was left The blushing color of your aching chest Haze was haze it was the worst Simple phrases hurt the most I lost my head when I sewed it up with yours without remorse A touch of cold I was lost Never getting much more Ignorance makes me high Love was then I guess it's died