I walked twenty-eight years In the shadow of the sun Just looking for a gallery To hang the memory of one Red curls in the wintertime You always were my queen Two survivors in the aftermath The universe was you and me I walked twenty-four years In the half light of the moon Just looking for a gallery To hang the memory of you Green eyes in the summertime I never could explain Birds of peace only stay awhile My kindness only brought you pain And I am still the same Nothing ventured nothing gained Just a portrait in a frame In your gallery of rain You keep the lambency and shade I gave you