Fireworks Night

All the mistakes that I have made
All the things I should have seen but I looked away
All the things we should have shared but kept to ourselves
All the things that we shared we should have kept to ourselves

And I guess it's the modern way
The phone call that comes flying out of a blue autumn day
And suddenly everything goes sow and quiet
Everyone seems to be alone with their own thoughts
And now it's as if I'm standing beneath a torrent of falling water
Feeling things I don't want to feel
Remembering things I don't want to remember

And we said what we said
And we made what we made

And so I say the things I have learned to say
Thankful for words that can be used
Remember how we were both like waves not able to break
Rolling and turning and turning and rolling
But still not able to break

And I'm numb
I'm numb like when you've been driving so fast for so long
That it feels as if you're hardly moving at all
My body rigid with tension
My soul all nothing but wound up like a twisted tree
The way we used to be when we sang of passion
And justice and faith was easy
And celebrated in a ritual of swirling smoke
Arms all raised up towards the lights

And we said what we said
But we made what we made
Yes, we said what we said
But we made what we made

And so by now you'll be further on that I ever went
And is it still painless?
Do you get to float and look down and do all of that?
Tonight would be as good a night as any
You'll see the city alive like a great resting animal
Lying in the lea of the hills and the moorland
And breathing little patterns of fire
Out into the cold dark coming of winter
And I'm warming my back against the heat of a bonfire
Like the ones you so loved to build
And I'm thinking about it all
And I'm sorry and I'm not sorry
Our time was made up of confused emotions
And little whirlwinds and all that stuff we couldn't really talk about
But most of all it was sealed in sacred moments like these
And then it was gone