Milk For The Blackhearted

There is a house in this town
That our old son could never reach its arms around
And if you walk in the door
A spring of dark water overflows the floor

How am I supposed to lay
Without the love that only you can give to me
How am I supposed to get through
These days are dark without you

You're the ray in my lens
And the sand in my hands
And the only beat to which my heart can dance
Your the mouse in the sheets
And the winds that are free
And the only words I am compelled to read

There was a heart in this chest
So confident that our future only brought the best
But now that's just an empty space
Where only light projecting pictures of her face

How am I supposed to lay
Without the love that only you can give to me
How am I supposed to get through
These days are dark without you