In the dying light of an empty room
with the window open,
I have dreamed of you.
When the evening enters like a dark perfume,
I am shallow-breathing
as if emptiness could fill me up.
In the quiet heat holding back the rain,
I am outside waiting.
And I say your name
to the storm inside me that will still remain
when the sky is empty,
and the world goes on without you.
The moment leaves almost as it came.
The feeling stays.
In every way that you are beautiful,
And every way that I refuse to see.
I find a reason to forgive you now,
and leave you inside me.
In the holding on and the letting go,
is the way you lose, and the way you grow.
When the feeling enters like a wounded ghost
Let the night be gentle
When I say how much I miss you.
The moment leaves almost as it came.
The feeling stays.
In every way that you are beautiful,
And every way that I refuse to see.
I find a reason to forgive you now,
and leave you inside me.
In every way that you are beautiful,
And every way that I refuse to see.
I find a reason to go with you now,
and leave you inside me.