Left with images of you pouring from my eyes:
You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide.Just images, images
All that's left
All that I can findLike water
From a cactus
In the desert of my mind.Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.In a room that holds you
Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell:
No calls
No mail
No visitors for you when you're in hellForced hellos
Rushed goodbye's
And best wishes for you in the meantimeMy face seen as often as god's
Can let guilt have its way of owning you
Like a dog.May to march
March to may
The days fall with the promises I makeLike water
From a faucet
Into the sink of your faithLittle to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.
Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.
We always seem to fall with only words to hold
We always seem to fall with only photos to hold
We always seem to fall with only memories to hold
We always seem to fall without family to hold.
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