During the time of which I speak   It was hard to turn the other cheek   To the blows of insecurity   Feeding the cancer of my intellect   The blood of love soon neglected   Lay dying in the strength of its impurity      Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together   They've all gone and left each other   In search of fairer weather   And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast   To the slim chance of love's recovery      There I am in younger days, star gazing   Painting picture perfect maps   Of how my life and love would be   Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection   My compass, faith in love's perfection   I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen      Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together   Left each other one by one   On the road to fairer weather   And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast   To the slim chance of love's recovery      Rain soaked and voice choked   Like silent screaming in a dream   I search for our absolute distinction   Not content to bow and bend   To the whims of culture, the swoop like vultures   Eating us away, eating us away   Eating us away to our extinction      Oh how I wish I were a trinity   So if I lost a part of me   I'd still have two of the same to live   But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal   As specks of dust we're universal   To let this love survive would be the   Greatest gift we could give      Tell all the friends who think they're so together   That these are ghosts and mirages   All these thoughts of fairer weather   Though it's storming out, I feel safe   Within the arms of love's discovery