Limerence

Your love is violent
Your love is like a fired gun
Heavy and silent, so silent
Before what it’s done
I know I cannot stay here any longer
I knew long ago
It’s over, still I’m waiting like a soldier
For the final blow

Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me

What lovers, what lovers we were
What lovers we were when there were carpets of grass
Then something shattered and it all went so awry
We couldn’t make it a mile for all the pieces of glass

There’s nothing for me out there
Nothing, not even the Sun
The moment I step out the door
And look up to the sky it’s gone
Sometimes a light gets through
And I remember how it was before
Like there was something else ahead
I can’t quite make out anymore

Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me
Hold you, let me

Dead, it’s dead, it’s dead, it’s dead
It’s not dying anymore
The roots of our land never grow
The seasons don’t pass by our window

Say it, say it, say it
Say it aloud, we’re nevermore
Together let’s each put on a glove
And bury the bones of our dead love
What lovers we were when there were carpets of grass
Carpets of grass