The Last Time I Saw Her FaceHer eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung longThe last time she spoke to meHer lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forestBut that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I've felt beforeAnd if time could heal the woundsI would tear the threads awayThat I might bleed some moreThe last time I saw her faceI, I walked with herHer laughter was the steeple bellsThat rang to greet the morning sunThe voice that called to everyoneTo love the ground we walked uponThose were her good daysThe last time I held her handHer touch was autumn, spring and summerWinter tooThe last time I held her handI, I let go of herShe walked away into the nightI lost her in the misty streetsA thousand months, a thousand yearsWhen other lips will kiss her eyesA million miles beyond the moonThat's where she wentShe isThe last time I saw her faceHer eyes were bathed in sadnessAnd she walked aloneThe last time she kissed my cheekHer lips were like the wilted leavesUpon the autumn-covered hillResting on the frozen groundThe seeds of love lie cold and stillBeneath the battered marking stoneIt lies forgottenWho will ever come to its shoreWho will ever come to its shoreIs still CVSThis broken worldSee you