There is a house in this town
That our old sun could never reach it's arms around
And if you walk in the door
A spring of dark water overflows the floor
How am I supposed to live
Without the love that only you can give to me?
How am I supposed to get through
These days of dark without you?
You are the rain on my lens
And the scent on my hands
And the only beat to which my heart can dance
You are the marks on my sheets
And the wind through my fleet
And the only words that I am compelled to read
There was a heart in this chest
So confident that our future only brought the best
But now there is just an empty space
With a lonely light projecting pictures of her face
How am I supposed to live
Without the love that only you can give to me?
How am I supposed to get through
These days of dark without you?
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