The End of Romance

On the hills behind the Dead Sea
There is a wonder
You were my love from the Holy City
And you were gonna take me there
But I had a change of heart
Now, years later
That wonder has become a symbol
A promise of a world that is safe
Because it isn’t real
It is its own dream
Like a destination without the journey
Or like a prize without the fight
It seems that this red rose rock
That I only know from pictures
Has been carved out of pure love
That I only know from books
And it outlives us
There in the valley
Being its own timeless dream
Red and rose
Sometimes the truth is mild and simple
Not a flood or even a big wave, just a ripple
So you stir it up
Cause for some reason
You want it to wash over you
Cause the truth is
The memory of you fades
And the wonder, it’s still there
Untouched, unseen
And stark as ever
Oh Stephany
Why do we always need a mystery
Why can’t we see a little history
Before it’s much too late
Oh Stephany
I’m only letting this wash over me
Before you fade away
Oh Stephany
Why can’t we see a little history
Before it’s much too late