In Our Hands

Not a smoke in the pack

And the sky's turning black

And I'm trying to wash down this aching

So I drag off to bed

With a prayer in my head

For one night to pass without shaking

And where is the road that you said we'd come to?

And where is the child my mother would hum to?

And when will the future stop showing the past?

I think I'll just turn out the light

I took a vow to be true

I'd never get you

Chasing small girls with big shoes and punctured skin

Staring blank with fatigue

'Cause you're out of your league

Are you sure it's your heart that you're following?

And how far is the heaven

And how long to get there

And when did this pain cut so deep?

Will you brush back my hair

So I know that you're there

And hold me till I fall asleep?

And how many years can we blow out the candles

And still not understand

That love, like an old piece of cloth from the attic

Just came apart in our hands?