MUSIC FOR SALE

We stood on different banks of the river,
the cold night’s voice made me shiver.
Where is the love and passion we shared?
Is it gone, or hidden like treasure?

’Cause our hearts are cold, though it’s May,
remember the promises that faded away?
We should be each other’s safe haven,
not a battlefield where sins aren’t forgiven.

Come back to the wooden bridge again,
you’ll be my wife, and I’ll be your man.
We’ll look down at the river of life,
slow-dancing in the fever of night.

Morning will bring the silver mist,
with traces of kisses still on my lips.
Now we know what love really is —
the shelter we both still miss.