Milk for the Black Hearted

There is a house in this town

That our old sun could never reach it's arms around

And if you walk in the door

A spring of dark water overflows the floor

How am I supposed to live

Without the love that only you can give to me?

How am I supposed to get through

These days of dark without you?

You are the rain on my lens

And the scent on my hands

And the only beat to which my heart can dance

You are the marks on my sheets

And the wind through my fleet

And the only words that I am compelled to read

There was a heart in this chest

So confident that our future only brought the best

But now there is just an empty space

With a lonely light projecting pictures of her face

How am I supposed to live

Without the love that only you can give to me?

How am I supposed to get through

These days of dark without you?