We met down in the valley where the wine of love and destruction flowed. There in that curve of darkness where the flowers of temptation grow. I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else. You felt so good to me baby good as life itself. You were life itself rushing over me. Life itself the wind in black elms. Life itself in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you. I knew you were in trouble anyone could tell. You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell. You squandered all your riches your beauty and your wealth. Like you had no further use for for life itself. You were life itself rushing over me. Life itself the wind in black elms. Life itself in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you. Why do the things that we treasure most slip away in time. Till to the music we grow deaf to God's beauty blind. Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?. Till we fall away in our own darkness a stranger to our own hearts. And life itself rushing over me. Life itself the wind in black elms. Life itself in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you. So here's one for the road here's one to your health and to. Life itself rushing over me. Life itself the wind in the black elms. Life itself in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you. Life itself life itself life itself...