There's a fire in my eyes
and a flood in my bones
and there's a soaking wet mop going
back and forth
back and forth
wiping up tears from loving him,
to loving him.
I can feel my heart blistering - I still can't believe that I was able to pack us in one paper grocery bag.
Your lyrics are stuck on replay as if they were the only sentence or question that makes sense - "what would you have me do other than love you?"
Practicing the idea of striving to be like the moon, my thoughts and love burned away in the light
and you were the quite forest that stood still-
saying nothing of the changing leaves or season.
Hands shaking like earthquakes.
Thoughts racing as time has.
My body has become a natural disaster.
The cigarette in my hand is nothing but the light to a stick of TNT that the town has come to watch burn away,
as if I was lying,
just as you were when you said you loved me.
I didn't pay attention to the sinking ship we were sailing,
all that mattered was that we were a float.
So one last time I'll ask -
what the moon is to do without the sun?