i walked down the hill  sluggishly and frail  the wind blew hard  hard on me  i imagined it your ghost white body  making love with me i walked down the hill  found you crying at the window sill  there lies the bridge  of our lost dreams  i want to see it once more before i leave  i still feel the sting in my hand  from when i hit you  i keep you picture  tidy and safe in a shrine  and hope that in time  we'll have a house on the shore  that showers my soul  washes away the violence that  runs in my blood  drains the pain that i caused you  down through