I walked down the hill Sluggishly and frail The wind blew hard Hard on me I imagined it your ghost white body Making love with me I walked down the hill Found you crying at the window sill There lies the bridge Of our lost dreams I want to see it once more before i leave I still feel the sting in my hand From when i hit you I keep you picture Tidy and safe in a shrine And hope that in time We'll have a house on the shore That showers my soul Washes away the violence that Runs in my blood Drains the pain that i caused you Down through