There was a light across the bridge
I should have crossed but never did
I missed the turning on the road
And drove until my chance was blown
The script was written, and the score
It would have been box office gold
We would have been the breakthrough stars
If only I had played my part
The compass needle pointing true
The Tigh Na Mara, early June
The dress rehearsal in the park
Blew all the fuses in the car
A single chance, a single life
No shred of doubt, no thinking twice
And suddenly the dream was real:
I ran 'til you were out of reach
So many things that went unsaid
Beyond the power of tongues to tell
The years I'd worshipped from afar
The fate of worlds ordained to clash
There was a light across the bridge
A silhouette of moments stripped
Your perfect thighs around the years
The perfect folly of my fears
(chorus)
There is no cure, no real goodbye
And it's too late to even try
And all the miles and countless days
Were, in the end, to no avail
No magic spell, nor artful rhyme
Can witch the stone cold ear of time
The say confession soothes the soul
I missed a turning on the road
14 02 20
(song)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Choice has its price