Ropes

In the month of May

Your past began to bust open its graves

In the month of May

And our love became

A dance floor for your demons and mistakes

Our love became

And truth, it went the way of thieves

It stole your soul from under our feet

By the month of June

I was tiptoeing 'round your gloom

By the month of June

So I took my light

And I shone upon your hiding places bright

With all my light

But the woods were old and you were buried deep

And I could not persuade the dark to leave

My heart could not hold him any closer

Nor bend any more than it did

With ropes we set sail, in threads we land

Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad

By the month of July

Was when all my strength began to die

By the month of July

And the only thing I hadn't tried

Was to pull your conscience close to me and cry

That one I hadn't tried

But my tears were like the dew in spring

And to you they did not mean a thing

My heart could not hold him any closer

Nor bend any more than it did

With ropes we set sail, in threads we land

Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad

The month of August saw us

Leave behind a love we swore we'd keep

A love we'd keep

And I can afford no hope

But I do wish that you find yourself

Through losing me

And I will rave and flutter with a broken wing

And mend me through this song I sing