| I’ve come to lie beside you
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| I’ve come to know the dark for light
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| I’ve come to trust just one
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| and that one died with yesterday
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| with yesterday
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| Now that I’ve laid me down to sleep
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| for what it’s worth, I dress my tears in costumes
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| never again will we, will I turn to stone
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| the drowning edges of my pillow
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| catch the last breath
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| on a desert leading down
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| the breath too deep, the breath too long ago forgotten
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| I’ve come to lie beside you
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| I’ve come to know the dark for light
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| I’ve come to trust just one
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| and that one died with yesterday
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| with yesterday
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| Now that all honest clocks bury oceans with sand
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| our tears have filled them once again
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| when will I, will we stand at the shore
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| to cleanse our souls?
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| To cleanse our souls?
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| Are memories too deep,
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| are memories too long ago forgotten
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| now that I’ve left that chance to die?
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| I’ve come to lie beside you
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| I’ve come to know the dark for light
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| I’ve come to trust just one
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| let us not die like yesterday
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| like yesterday
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| Can we coincide with drama?
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| WIll we live to tell our sons?
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| The cancer of childhood continues to grow
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| nine days seven times
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| lost our first to a thousand answers
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| lost our sight to to tide
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| can we look away
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| or must we look inside?
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| Or must we look inside? |