I remember every detail of it The smells of the orange grove Your dress and the way it hung upon you The look that was in your eyes At that time in the day the sun was weary And that weariness bled to us With your hands you could steady any vessel And those hands wiped the blood from me
We are not the lions of the daylight We are more like wolves in dead of night We are more the raven in the schoolyard Than all the larks about to sing
I remember calm before this chaos The sound as the coffee boiled In the clear cup I watch the sugar melting In the stillness a nagging thought
