Making Plans

Time has held its breath

Emotion has spelled 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