Pennies In The Fountain Glen Hansard

The only way to hold on to this love is with an open hand
You told me that the first day we met. I didn't understand

Beneath the broad-beamed boughs, your love changed: a slow coming apart
You moved on and I stayed the same. I was trailing from the start

We laid long in the tall grass. We loved for the joy of love itself
We threw our pennies in the fountain and we wished for nothing else
And we wished for nothing else

And through the crossbeams whispers were heard: undoing in every line
And in the fall you flew little bird but I'll see you when it's time

We laid long in the tall grass. We loved for the joy of love itself
We threw our pennies in the fountain and we wished for nothing else
And we wished for nothing else

We laid long in the tall grass. We loved for the joy of love itself
We suffered heartache after heartache but we wished for nothing else
We wished for nothing else