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?
