She falls into my arms
With eyes true and pure
A heavy sigh brakes the silence in the shelter of my room
She is the singer of sad songs
And I know the language she speaks
It's made of steel and concrete walls
And wind that cracks the leaves
If I lay here, what happens to me
And can you answer what love
Replaces the things I feel?
I watched her die night after night
Neck deep in tomorrow's memories
Makes sorrow wet her eye
Little diamonds roll against her fragile cheeks
Fall like little nails to a bucket
Of time that refuses to cease
If I lay here what will come of me
If you'd carry the keys to my cage, now
Would you set me free
These two-eyed blinking monsters
Come out every night
They paint my skies with coldest grey
Until no colors remain
And one of these endless mornings
They will find a way
To punch a hole to the vault of heaven and
Let the spiders rain
Then my heart will perish
And my love with it
What hope can ever kill these fears inside of me
I watch her little arms cut shapes to Northern sky
Like some other boy watched some other girl
And others that came before
To whom the grass bent with the evenings
And young hearts were alive
And the days were soft like summer rain
For a short lifetime