Etched in wax
I will sneak out the door,
When the moon's out and shining,
I will sneak out the door
when the doubts aren't clouding.
Go through the darkness,
to emerge in the light,
I'm sorry to say this love,
but there will be no kisses tonight.
I shall sneak out the door,
when the silence is deafening.
Before our love is left aching,
and our hearts are breaking.
In the lonesome Morning you'll find,
that there are no threads left behind.
Hon, this song of ours we can't rewind,
We're left with only Memories,
And only seldom are they kind.
So I'll sneak out the door,
when the candles are burnt.
Carry the molten wax on my fingertips.
And as i walk in a daze,
stumbling through the world in your haze.
I will leave, save our tale on my fingertips.
Warm and soft.
Etched in the wax.