The heart can be an angry beast When you remember what you fear Running from moments meant to last Counting down the wasted years Words will freeze in an icy pause Then move into a blazing thaw Bonfires of impatient contempt Leave sacrifices charred and raw We move through morning habits As we walk across the moon I hear your broken breathing Whispers of hope that this ends soon Love forgets the last song played In the dance we do alone When the music skips a single note Rhythms quickly turn to stone What we want is the only choice When we know we cannot bluff The game is over once we know Both of us have bet too much We move through evening habits Leaving footprints on the moon The heart retreats in a fragile rain Humming notes to a familiar tune
