Did we make it through the night,
or was it just a dream of woe?
When did mother's arms turn to dust?
The fortress so unbroken.
But sill your heart was strong
to lead us all through.
The gentle morning mist
still veiling the graves.
Breathe it in and watch the sunrise.
Time will wait for us in this early hour
like the ghosts still lingering on the flowers.
Time won't heal, it just buries the pain
and slowly changes form.
But a bleeding heart is an open one,
alive yet so undone.
We carry these wounds until the night forgives us.
Loneliness, so hard to bear,
when these rooms breathe emptiness.
Still your voice is all around me here,
singing me to the blue dream
through the quiet summer rain.
Time won't heal, it just buries the pain
and slowly changes form.
But a bleeding heart is an open one,
alive yet so undone.
We carry these wounds until the night forgives us.
Did we make it through the night,
or was it just a dream of woe?
When did mother's arms turn to dust?
The fortress so unbroken.
But sill your heart was strong to lead us all through.
The gentle morning mist
still veiling the graves.
Breathe it in and watch the sunrise.
Time will wait for us in this early hour.
Time won't heal, it just buries the pain
and slowly changes form.
But a bleeding heart is an open one,
alive yet so undone.
We carry these wounds until the night forgives us
and lets us say a last goodbye.