(Pal Waaktaar/Mags)

We got married on a cold mid-winter's morning
We said our lines
Then kissed
And it was over
Those pronouncements had such weight
I guess they made us hesitate
Hesitate
When she moved her hips
And swayed in my direction
I thought we could make it yet
And beat the isolation
But in that gentle dark
Man, we tore ourselves apart
Through fire and rain
Through wilderness and pain

To be continued...