Your face is the moonshine
If the pillow were the blue of the ocean
And the shadows the dark of the night
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

Things aren’t over

Your eyes are the lamplight
That sways ‘round the maze of the hallways
In this cage where alone you give me sight
As you rest there sleeping peacefully
My angel, my wife

And the flowers are blue in the fabric
And the brandy’s the brown of your eyes
And my heart is for you and the fire is too
So, so much for our blood-drenched skin

With your Polaroid in my palms
And my love still on your flesh
With the soul of your father and the hope of your sister
Wish by spirit if by yes

Things aren’t over

You’re why I’ll survive
For I’m meant to be by your side
So don’t you worry, it’s my turn to fight
Just rest there and sleep peacefully
My angel, my wife

(c) 2015