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_