I looked at your face

I saw that all the love had died

I saw that we had forgotten to take the time

I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do

You couldn't care less about the lies

You couldn't find the time to cry

We forgot about love

We forgot about faith

We forgot about trust

We forgot about us

Now our love's floating out the window

Our love's floating out the back door

Our love's floating up in the sky,

In heaven, where it began

Back in God's hands

You said that you had said all that you had to say

You say: baby, it's the end of the day

We gave a lot but it wasn't enough

We got so tired that we just gave up

We didn't respect it

We went and neglect it

We didn't deserve it

But I never expected this

Our love floated out the window

Our love floated out the back door

Our love floated up in the sky,

to heaven, it's part of a plan

it's back in God's hands, back in God's hands

oh we didn't last, it's a thing of the past

no we didn't understand just what we had

oh I want it back, just what we had

I want it back, just what we had

Isn't that a beautiful song? I'm not a christian but I am a believer in GOD and I think it's beautiful how love and GOD are intertwined because that's really what GOD is at the end of it: a manifestation/origin of love. When I heard this song, I thought of someone else who should have heard it too. She would have understood it and I think I know how she'd have felt.

On the other hand, love is also a horrible painful thing. It burnishes every moment with such a rose-lit clarity that the aftermath is just like, I'm not sure, the immense jabbering of iron nails.

I shan't talk about my grades until I get them all back.

People can be so petty and ineffectual. Sheesh.

C'est tout.