'Sunday Night...

unbridled joy and some happy homes
lost inside the place
where we both threw our stones

postage stamps and letters wrote
are things i left
when i saw the sea, it had turned all to foam

when the sun is setting in the east
and we sat down for our last feast
i could barely see you breathing

the moon is rising over the clouds
the air is cool inside the house
and we kissed each others mouth

thursday as we are leaving school
i hold your hand
listen to your heart for room
i hope its all empty

late that night as we say goodbye
i kiss you head
and you make that sound,
the sound for which i die

when the sun is rising in the west
and you tuck your hand inside my vest
i listen closely for your breathing

as the moon sets over the hills
listen to your life as it's slowly killed
and hope you keep on living

sunday night as i clean your wounds
and you utter words
that i cant make out
i hope that you can see me

in my room with tears anew
i wonder what
i will ever do
if i was ever to lose you

when the sun is rising its a brand new day
we hear your gone with not much pain
and i barely hold myself together

as the moon sets we all shuffle past
and mumble questions we should have asked
and now youll never answer

oh the sun is rising over your grave
and we all raise our voices and pray
and we all hope that you can hear us

oh the moon sets over my palms
the same hands that once held yours
and now well never walk together