We’ve been young, we’ve been old.
We’ve been friends, we’ve been foes.
Don’t tell me you don’t see,
It’s all but in the same memory.
Why are you so mad, little brother?
What can be such a bother?
Someone’s gotta have you know:
life ain’t what you’ve been told.
Why are you so down, dear sister?
You always know what you gonna do.
Ain’t no-one, nobody can stop you
if you keep on a-pushing & pushing.
What’s that in your eyes?
Can it really be the same sky?
Remember that there was a time?
A promise that brought the light?
The memory I have of you.
The memory you have of me.
They are not in history books,
not something they can ever teach.
Won’t you come to the river,
the place where it all began?
& sing a song from long ago
yet we all know what it meant?
Let’s share the same body,
as we shall have a single grave.
Won’t you care to hold me now,
while we’re still soft & warm?
Before the line breaks & the story ends,
we are in the same memory.
We are the same.