still lose myself

time held its breath
a motionless spell of 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 ask myself
as i do from time to time now
where it all went wrong
is there really any point in making plans?

so i made my vows
in the last slow hours of morning
as i lay you down
i heard you whisper me a warning

but then we lost ourselves
in that orange glowing moment
and your upturned face
seemed to answer all my questions

and i still lose myself
making plans