It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying
Every breath I take feels like it's way too much
Since you're counting down from three
I trust that you'll stay with me

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying
I'd cut myself if I knew how to bleed
Just because I'm on morphine
doesn't mean my heart is as numb as me

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying
Every step I take feels like it's way too far
If you want to hold my hand
as I go then I'll understand

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying

It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying  
It feels like I only notice love while I'm dying

you gave me flowers before you left.
they sit on my window sill,
and face towards our favorite place to sit
they are getting too dry, but i promise i'm
trying my best to keep them alive
just as i'm trying my best to keep us alive.
1,000 miles from you
all i can do is hope to see you soon
before you let us wilt
like the flowers you gave me before you left

It doesn’t matter what I type
As long as I type words
It doesn’t faze me what the hype
As long as I infer
The lyrics although musical
Just bounce inside my head
They always start with music
But the  words come out instead

As I breathed life into your soul
I found myself hollow
Emptied of the zeal I possessed
Before you came
And crossed the narrow bridge I built
For the one brave enough to fall
And you did.

Yet I still feel deserted
As if your coming signaled my sanity to leave
As if you took every last molecule of passion
I have left
And gave nothing in return.

I have so much Love to give
I kept telling myself before You, before Us
And I gave it all

Or threw it all
Away.

these saltwater jewels spill from my heart
there are no words she is silent
just soft memory of a kinder girl
she cant hold me in the night
cant aspire the tender notions of her heart
cant trace the new born day on her breast
there is no sunlight here
only cold memory
only distant tears

the make believe of childhood reads
always seemed the most real-
to me

the rest before the final push to distance end
where the beginning will refresh many souls
Prayer and supplication the pilgrims bread
To Walsingham where Our Lady appeared
to ask of Holy Mother Mary her prayers
And to go forth in Faith, things will change
Because Our Mother from the Cross loves
Loves to help all she can with her childrens pleas

I espied a lonely lady who's silver tears fell
until they formed a crystal sea.
Her heavy heart is brimming pain
and she cannot find the gossamer wings
meant to set her free.