i should have turned to you and said it s all right darling someday you ll forget me and your eyes would have welled up with tears mine would have as well so these days a wandering mind holds sway and hope is a knife sick with need will you cry out for me in your sleep wasting what precious little time we have left on a dead man trying to find life against a bright moon dark sky and city lights the color of her eyes the taste of her flesh i ve failed again quietly leaving quietly leaving again