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_
