Yes I kept it dirty
I never washed all the shirts
Smeared with your lip stick
And those bathed with your perfume
Songs are paint brushes
Recreating memories we shared
And they struggle indeed
To paint your complicated beauty
Tears hang on a thin line
My heart lies in between two beats
My soul betrayed me
And clinged to you, never to let go
Dawn holds its horses
The rain never ceases
The dust fails to settle
The skies refuse to clear
