Ravens And Wolves

I remember every detail of it

The smells of the orange grove

Your dress, and the way it hung upon you

That look that was in your eyes

At that time in the day, the sun was weary

And that weariness bled to us

With your hands you could steady any vessel

And those hands wiped the blood from me

We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight

We are more like wolves in dead of night, night

We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard

Than all the larks about to sing, sing

I remember calm before this chaos

The sound as the coffee boiled

And the clear cup I watched the sugar melt in

In this stillness, a nagging thought

We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight

We are more like wolves in dead of night, night

We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard

Than all the larks about to sing, sing

We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight

We are more like wolves in dead of night, night

We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard

Than all the larks about to sing, sing