it s been four years since that day when the news fell from the sky you took iuntil we meet again and turned it to igoodbye and i hope that you won t rest in peace because that would bore you right to tears you always made the richest feast of the dangers and the fears it was almost fine you were almost mine it was you and me and love made three on a broken white line well that night was long there was one more song and then we were on our way driving slow no place to go and nothing more to say and the rain came down around that car like we were underneath the sea in the back seat almost drowning holding on to me it was almost fine you were almost mine and from town to town we chased it down on a broken white line looking in your eyes was just like staring at the sun always thought that i d go blind or end up all undone and in the end i turned my face away from where you shone so bright now i wake in all this darkness crying for a little of your light it s been four years and now i find i ve been living all this time i built myself a little world of rhythm and of rhyme but sometimes i take your picture and i turn it to the wall because you are still a cliff and baby i still know how to fall it was almost fine you were almost mine but day by day you slipped away down that broken white line it was you and me and love made three