Ancient History

<br>Sometimes I wonder how I got mixed up with you<br>You just cannot comprehend the things that I do<br>The truth is so fragile, the ties are so true<br>Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew<br>So now you`re asking what is this mystery<br>And all these questions, ancient history<br>Sometimes I wonder what is left to be said<br>If I`m consumed and fading will the children be fed?<br>The roof is always creaking, the stone has been bled<br>You say I`m just existing and you leave me for dead<br>Sometimes I can see your love is a sled<br>Sliding down the slopes that will lead to your bed<br>Some of us are white, some of us are red<br>Some have got these visions going `round in our heads<br>As you go just blow a kiss to me<br>And as it falls, ancient history<br>Sometimes a joke can get out of hand<br>Laughing like a conqueror in a new land<br>Convinced down to his buttons this was how it was planned<br>Turns his back on ruins, that was nothing but sand<br>Crossing your Alps the ice and cold blister me<br>And all the rest, ancient history