My friend my eyes are badly hurt
from lights we struggle to insert
into the dark of night where we were hiding.
That silent space that's in between
our nervous hands like tambourines
Our voices like two cymbals harsh colliding.
We took your car out on the road
that morning when it softly snowed,
our ears filled with the hissing of the gravel.
Our faces lit in lifeless white
our wrists resolve but fingers fight
and the silence beat down on us like a gavel.
What a weight to feel.
God knows we choose a real rough road to travel.
Well in that car I loved you so
but now we're home and I don't know
I sink into the solitude of being.
Our lives are returned to what they were
our fearfulness, our furniture
I close my eyes and it's not your face I'm seeing.
But my friend I long to hear you sing,
your fingers tumble down the strings, so gently
that chords ache to be near them.
Some songs to lift my heavy heart
but life demands it's silent parts
Even when we're not prepared to hear them.
Yes, even when we're brave.
Until we're buried in our grave.
We're bound to fear them.
My friend this world is endless dark
And though we try to raise those sparks
And living we still bear the yolk of dieing.
And that light is hidden still because
the light hides like it always does
Sometimes I wonder why we bother trying.
But still somehow we amble on
Another dusk, another dahn
and I feel another song on my lips are forming.
But even when it's bright outside
those sudden thunder clouds collide
You close your eyes, but suddenly it's storming.
And in my coat and gloves
I pray to God above
for Winter's warming.



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