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I remember the hurt
When the Summer died,
And words fell worn like leaves
The look in your eyes,
Oh, I remember the fall
The hole in your eyes,
Silhouettes on gallows
Against the sky.
And I would walk, walk with you
Beyond the edges
Beyond the fringe
Live all your secrets
If you want me to,
And I would dance, dance for you
To a silent tune
Played by your heart
Run with your shadows
If you asked me to.
And I would love, love you still
Beyond the words
Beyond the lips
Hold you forever
If you needed me to,
And I would leave, leave for you
When the air was dead
And nothing rhymed
If you asked me to.
I remember the hurt
When the Summer died,
And words fell worn like leaves
The look in your eyes,
Oh, I remember the fall
The hole in your eyes,
Silhouettes on gallows
Against the sky.
But if you’d stay, stay for me
Just a moment
A moment more
I’d turn these tears to wine
If you asked me to.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
