When

When the gloom in the eyes spreads all across the body
When you bite the dust, with a clumsy embrace,
When your grey hair falls across your face,
And we are too old with sinkin’ bones on our bed,

Memories would drift across the still water,
Your eyes as soft as they once had been
And shadows deep in your unscarred heart,
For the moments of grace we both have seen,

We won’t bleed as we do now, It would be haunting comfort,
Of happiness and sorrow, of the love that fled,
After years of changing faces, I would give a weak smile,
The one that you loved and the one that we lost.