Could've known you in another time
where we were known by other names.
Same eyes behind different faces,
somehow the story's just the same.
Could've died in the dust behind you,
you could've died in a house by the sea.
Could've been swallowed in a sky of shadows,
merrily rowing on, for life's just a dream.
How many trips around now till we awaken,
how many more cycles in and out
till we grow dizzy in the circles we spin in,
till we remember what this is about?
Could be I died in that parking lot,
going mad about what might have been.
Could be I died with my own gun to my head
as you wrote poems on a ledge in the ocean wind.
Could be we lived and died a hundred thousand times,
hiding while looking for something to do with who we are.
Unable to simply hush and hold the hands of one another,
running but never really getting very far.
where we were known by other names.
Same eyes behind different faces,
somehow the story's just the same.
Could've died in the dust behind you,
you could've died in a house by the sea.
Could've been swallowed in a sky of shadows,
merrily rowing on, for life's just a dream.
How many trips around now till we awaken,
how many more cycles in and out
till we grow dizzy in the circles we spin in,
till we remember what this is about?
Could be I died in that parking lot,
going mad about what might have been.
Could be I died with my own gun to my head
as you wrote poems on a ledge in the ocean wind.
Could be we lived and died a hundred thousand times,
hiding while looking for something to do with who we are.
Unable to simply hush and hold the hands of one another,
running but never really getting very far.
