Lyric

The still clear memory of perfect moments

Of your protective grace, of the lucid plans

Of your old-fashioned style in every circumstance

The fresh and honest laugh that filled my room

The magic of the early days, the messages on the pillow

Those long walks at seven in the morning

The unwanted attentions that make you a little special

Your ironic, refined, and never banal conversation

And to think that I loved you from the depths of myself

You were my safe harbor and tender promise

Refuge in the dead of winter and water in the desert

Solar perspective in the black and uncertain sky

Then suddenly the wind changes, the repeated tantrums

Lashes of sarcasm disguised as jokes

For someone who looks at me, or the dress too short

Or the dinner that's late, or a look too absorbed

The increasingly aggressive hatred, The walls of the room

That tremble at your speech of exemplary intolerance

And finally the violence, consequent and aimless

With the apologies that arrived promptly the next day

And to think that I loved you from the depths of myself

You were my safe harbor and tender promise

Refuge in the dead of winter and water in the desert

Solar perspective in the black and uncertain sky

Time wasted bordering on madness

Struggling to convince myself that it was only my fault

To deceive myself, in the darkness of starless nights

Even when I felt your anger on my skin

Until, wide-eyed and with a foolish expression

With the metallic taste of blood in my mouth

Helpless under the blows of our failure

Life slipped on a cold floor

An inexpressible chill, unpleasant and stinging

A moment before darkness... and then nothing

And to think that I loved you from the depths of myself

You were my safe harbor and tender promise

Refuge in the dead of winter and water in the desert

Sunny perspective in the black and uncertain sky

A moment before darkness

And then nothing