Writ-

ten

on

the

wa-

ter,

me-

mories

dis-

si-

pate

Eyes

be-

gin

to

o-

pen,

dark-

ness

drifts

a-

way

Time

and

space

like

ro-

ses,

whose

pe-

tals

drop

and

fade

And

fall

in-

to

the

light

as

it

dreams

of

yes-

ter-

day

Too

much

love

is

not

e-

nough

for

us

I

was

once

too

blind

to

see

There

is

not-

hing

sac-

red,

on-

ly

hea-

ven

knows

So

turn

to-

wards

the

self

and

look

in-

to

your

soul

Too

much

love

is

not

e-

nough

for

us

I

was

once

too

blind

to

see

Too

much

hope

will

ne-

ver

be

e-

nough

It's

be-

come

so

clear

to

me

Too

much

love

is

not

e-

nough

for

us

I

was

once

too

blind

to

see

Too

much

hope

will

ne-

ver

be

e-

nough

The

truth

is

clear

to

me