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.