He`s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can`t be precise
He`s chained forever to a world that`s departed
It`s not enough, it`s not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be