He who hath no sin To cast the first stone The fading of lines Fight the fear of alone Unintentional misguiding As lovers we drown Erosion dividing I can't hold it down We are sinking Like a stone But I am hoping To call it our own Love forsaken Knife on the throne And I am shaken Right through to the bone Love into hate, and hate into love Try to hold it at bay We've run aground, hoping to rebound Little more to say Introspective contemplation Like fools we found our gold Private isolation Our answers untold