Standard (EADGBE)
She placed her ring on the sill,
dishes piled high.
She's on the front porch step
and the air smells like snow. [
She's thinking of the siege to come
and how'll she'll miss those weekends
in the park with the sun on her face
and her book by her side and that
lingering taste that he left on her tongue.
He lifts his glass from the table.
It leaves a ring where it stood.
He sees the light from the window
caress her like he knows he should.
He's remembering the first time he kissed her
and how he'd wake
and immediatley he'd miss her,
like a spell, with each breath,
he'd taste he breath like a haunting,
irritating as hell.
Do you rem- ember when you'd pray
to never see the day
when someone would make you feel this way.
'Cause you knew
it would cut right through you
and once inside, you were afraid they'd find
nothing to hold on to.
He puts her ring on her finger,
she brushes back his hair.
He takes a sip from his glass,
she inhales the cold fall air. [
And they're thinking of the long road ahead
and the strength that they will need
just to reach the end.
And there in the silence they search for
the balance between this fear they feel
and a love that had graced their lives.