We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction flows

There in that curve of darkness where 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, anyone could tell

You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell

You squandered all your riches, your, your beauty and your wealth

Like you had no further use for, for life itself

You were life itself, rushing over me...

Why are things that we treasure most slip away in time

'Til to the music we grow deaf and to god's beauty blind

Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart

'Til we fall away in our own darkness

Stranger to our own hearts

And to 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

Here's one to your health

And to 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

Life itself