I remember every detail of it
The smells
of the orange grove
Your dress and the way
it hung upon you
That look that was
in your eyes
At that time in the day
the sun was weary
And that weariness bled to us
With your hands
you could steady any vessel
And those hands wiped
the blood from me
We are not the lions
of the daylight daylight
We are more like wolves
in dead of night night
We are more the raven
in the schoolyard schoolyard
Than all the larks
about to sing sing
I remember calm
before this chaos
The sound as
the coffee boiled
And the clear cup
I watched the sugar melt in
In this stillness
a nagging thought
We are not the lions
of the daylight daylight
We are more like wolves
in dead of night night
We are more the raven
in the schoolyard schoolyard
Than all the larks
about to sing sing
We are not the lions
of the daylight daylight
We are more like wolves
in dead of night night
We are more the raven
in the schoolyard schoolyard
Than all the larks
about to sing sing