Dark was the night
In all it's jazz dreaming tendencies
The colour of your eyes matched the moonlight
And the blood on my hands
Was the colour of your lipstick
I could have saved you
But the night rose up behind
And jealousy stabbed you in the back
Left me with your heart in my hands
And an exit wound
That I have tried many times
To fill with my words
But you just keep
Bleeding
And I just keep
Leaving
Were my words wise?
Does it help that I'm in love with you?
Because I think I do
But pride speaks with
Deaf ears
And when it rains
And the autumn leaves fill the drains
Do you think of me?
Or do you wish it were summer time
And when you bathe
Is it merely to be clean
Or do you miss me?
Because I keep
Believing
That you're still dreaming
About me
About me
And I'll meet you in your doorway
Because I'm ready and willing to pay
Do your veins have colour?
Does your wound have cover?
Or is it too late to love each other?
Do your veins have colour?
Does your wound have cover?
Or is it too late to love each other?
Love is a choice
That I must make every day
I'm sorry my love
I'm sorry my love