it was a monday, when my lover told me,
"never pay the reaper with love only."
what could i say to you, except, "i love you."
and "i’d give my life for yours."

i know we are: we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.

the first time we made love, i: i wasn’t sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over!)
how could i ever love another, when i miss you every day:

remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
how could i ever get over you, when i’d give my life for yours.

i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.

my dear, It’s time to say i thank god for you.
i thank god for you in each and every single way.
and, i know… i know.. i know.. i know…

it’s time to let you know. time to let you know.
time to let you know. time to sit here and say:

i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
we are the lucky ones, dear…

[bif:] remember the words of ram dass: "death is like taking off a tight shoe."