How Can?

How can we make a life in a bed you made with his last name, hiding in the covers, with shadows overhead, nothing left unsaid?

How can you look me in the face cross-threaded in loves escape, running from rain, with the fire overhead, nothing left upset.

 

She once skipped through fields of green, flowers in hair, I was the one who ran in circles out there,

She once ran through the rain, sliding round, I was the won who always fell down, smiling from the pain.

 How can we make a life in a bed you made with his last name, hiding in the covers, with shadows overhead, nothing left unsaid?