Coming down and along, love of mine We will always remain intertwined Adrift in the rush of blood to our heads And filling our guts like butterfly nets Torn at the seam, we won't forget And every now and again a passerby Will remind me of you, and you of I And knit in our hearts is all we have left A tapestry hung of memories kept That we can't unweave and we can't forget Sew the fibers of our pride Wept the current from our eyes Empty canvas, painted white We lead only parallel lives