Free from your past Free of your future, too There's nothing left to rise above but you You show me your ocean red And kiss the tears that stain my neck And drug me with visions untrue But I own a photograph You lay there naked upon your back Safe in a stone house by the sea There's nothing true and nothing's real But I remember one clear feel Warm beneath your gentle company When I lay dying upon some bed I hope that you'll remember this The only one I want to see is you