I hear the churchbells ringing so it must be Sunday morning; my head still pounding from Saturday night
I'm floating down the river, keep my neck above the water
it's not the way I planned it but everything's all right
no it's not the way I planned it, but lives have ways of wandering and
where I'd hoped to aim for is not what fate saw fit to bring
everything is going to be all right
well I lost more than I gathered; another mirror shattered / seven years bad luck is somehow no surprise to me
but if life's just killing time
with no reason and no rhyme let the peace and grace and light of Sunday
morning set me free
I remember, I remember... all the world held its breath when you leaned forward with a kiss... I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember this
