She's Gone

She stands in the doorway, transcendent and blue

A knife in the hand of her prison tattoo

Naked as a prayer and holy as a psalm

She don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone

It's in her voice, it's in her eyes

It's in the choices she makes when she lies

Outside that sacred place where the heart meets the tongue

She don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone

You curse her name, you cast the spell

You waste time in blame until you find yourself

In a house full of strangers, you used to call home

She don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone

Love is a presence it cannot be saved

Love is a bond, not a debt to be paid

It's really quite simple, think you'd have known it all along

She don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone

You look through the doorway, there's nobody there

Just a lamp in the corner, a desk and a chair

And an old unmarked postcard from the coast of Michoacán

She don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone

Ah, she don't have to tell you she's leaving to know that she's gone