Peter Koppes - These Three Things lyrics

On and on across this barren land

Stumbling, the last of water gone

A memory of you melts into sand

And love face down lies where it shone

"Come with us," I hear the powers say

"Even now the perfect day is on its way"

"Hail to the seraphic

Praise to it all"

Do they build it up to knock it down again?

Yet it feels so free to be this near the end

Out and out adrift it's heavenly

Tumbling, crash softly on her bed

Turn around find fortune rising steeply

Awoke as the dawn and a memory fled

Only moonbeams kill when love lies slain

A jagged horizon and a bare terrain