Life Itself

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

As good as life itself

You were 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

I knew you were in trouble

And 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 the black elms

Life itself in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you

Why do things that we treasure most

Slip away in time

Till to the music we grow deaf

And to God's beauty blind

Why do the things that connect us

Slowly pull us apart

Till we fall away in our own darkness

Stranger to our own hearts

And 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

So here's one for the road

And here's one to your health

And 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