Sunday, January 27, 2013

Wooden Rocking Chair


I found her wrapped up in old Christmas lights
Looked up at me with those child eyes
She made me promise that I’d never leave
Whispering over and over, “I’m sorry.”

“It must be just before dawn, you see
‘Cause I’m bathed in a darkness too dark to be
Just a shadow, I bet it’s smoke!
I bet it’s fear and an incandescent hope”

*It’s mirrors that get her
She remembers who she used to be
But I can’t, I can’t breathe
I can’t sleep, I can’t feel a thing
She can’t remember how to sing
And I can’t, I can’t sleep_

Shall I compare thee to a winter night?
All born out of languid fright
A decrepit symphony out of your lips
And young blood from your fingertips

*It’s mirrors that get her
She remembers who she used to be
But I can’t, I can’t breathe
I can’t sleep, I can’t feel a thing
She can’t remember how to sing
And I can’t, I can’t sleep_

She’s time and she’s ticking
But there used to be some sanity
So I’ll practice until the rain comes
Like it usually does
With her on my feet
Dancing to our rhapsody

And there’s a wooden rocking chair in the hallway
It’s painted white and it’s here to stay

*It’s mirrors that get her
She remembers who she used to be
But I can’t, I can’t breathe
I can’t sleep, I can’t feel a thing
She can’t remember how to sing
And I can’t, I can’t sleep_