making plans

time held its breath

a motionless spell of rapture

across the room

a memory had been captured

and through the years

though distance lay between us

i carried your torch

to illuminate the darkness

and i still lose myself

in that orange glowing moment

when your upturned face

seemed to answer all my questions

but when i asked myself

as i do from time to time now

where it all went wrong

is there really any point in making plans?

in making plans?

so i made my vows

in the last low hours of morning

as i lay you down

i heard you whispering a warning

but then we lost ourselves

in that orange glowing moment

and your upturned face

seemed to answer all my questions

but when i asked myself

as i do from time to time now

where it all went wrong

is there really any point in making plans?

in making plans?

and i still lose myself

i still lose myself

making plans