What We Really Were

It seems years and years ago that people sought the sun
We would sleep on beaches or in caves
Now most of us sleep alone between clean, cold sheets
But when I was with you, we slept wrapped up
In that haunting song you sang

Of course you must know that it did all end
How then to recall what we really were?
Of course you must know that it did all end
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts for long

That haunting song you sang about picking roses
And dropping them in the beloved's lap as she drew
The translation clumsy, maybe it was that other song
You sang about the beautiful dress that gets torn

Of course you must know that it did all end
How then to recall what we really were?
Of course you must know that it did all end
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts for long

Of course you must know that it did all end
How then to recall what we really were?
Of course you must know that it did all end
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts for long