Your Bed of Flowers

Remember those sunsets on your bed
Looking out at those cigarette towers
Nights, when, together our hearts bled
Where seconds passed, measured in hours

Sometimes, when I'm at my last strand
And the darkness never seems to leave
I reach through time to hold your hand
Back in your arms where 'least I believed

Now I lay alone at night in the moonshine
Smoking long cigarettes into early hours
By morning's slow rise up over the pine
I'll be passed out by your bed of flowers