When all the living
When all my work is done...
It's just this kind of day
When all the hours fade
and circle into one...
No healing voice
No curve of skin
To warm this empty place
So I
Sink down into the earth
Down into the space...
There's something missing...
Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of the heart...
There's just this time of life
When all that's certain
Is the company of one...
There's just this kind of love
That everybody needs
But never seems to come...
Each living soul
Seeks loving hands
To touch the hurt they've seen
And I
Can feel it in my bones
And underneath my skin...
There's something missing...
Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of the heart...
Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
For the moment
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of my heart...
Come the morning
Will I be myself again?
A simple matter of the...
As light is forming
Will I see the image change?
Here in the dark
It all comes down
To a simple matter of my heart...
