Those were the days she was a christian Godless, honest, and polite I fell into her crimson arms Her sheets were sails in every dawn I Was a tourist in her house, for a short time in the south I gathered flowers from the neighbors' yards Scattered petals for my love to find I staggered up and down the block I felt an outlaw on the run We were but tourists in that spring - there was a light on everything I'm spending most days in my memories A scene in shadow on every corner, every street But how I lingered far too long Where the lotus eaters' go I was a child, last I knew, then I fell in love with you Oh what a restless generation Walks the wire across an endless sea You and I becoming strangers And every moment pa**ing by Is just a lifetime left behind I was awakened from an anxious dream But the visions just won't shake from me The face of everyone I love As faint as fire in the sun The trace of everything we did A thinning haze upon the wind I was a tourist in your life, for a little, little while