If the music was like a mirror
I haven't seen the promised land
But then what isn't music to someone's ear
What isn't dangerous in someone's hand
Well we all hide some of the time
You learn to live with what you are
Your as close to home as I am
When your here, I'm gone, when your near, I'm far
She said "It's the nature of love to grow or to die"
You and I in the middle of a winter so mild
Scarcely a time when smoke wasn't rising
When knowledge was its own reward,
Scarcely a time when the judgment matched the crime
When there wasn't a light to move toward
Cry until I laugh, laugh until I cry
Nothing but love can help you and I,
All this forward-backward motion is making me ill
I guess you can go anywhere but don't stand still
She said "It's the nature of love to grow or to die"
You and I in the middle of a winter so mild
