Ropes

In the month of May
Your past began to bust open its graves
In the month of May

And our love became
A dance floor for your demons and mistakes
Our love became

And truth, it went the way of thieves
It stole your soul from under our feet

By the month of June
I was tiptoeing 'round your gloom
By the month of June

So I took my light
And I shone upon your hiding places bright
With all my light

But the woods were old and you were buried deep
And I could not persuade the dark to leave

My heart could not hold him any closer
Nor bend any more than it did
With ropes we set sail, in threads we land
Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad

By the month of July
Was when all my strength began to die
By the month of July

And the only thing I hadn't tried
Was to pull your conscience close to me and cry
That one I hadn't tried

But my tears were like the dew in spring
And to you they did not mean a thing

My heart could not hold him any closer
Nor bend any more than it did
With ropes we set sail, in threads we land
Thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad

The month of August saw us
Leave behind a love we swore we'd keep
A love we'd keep

And I can afford no hope
But I do wish that you find yourself
Through losing me

And I will rave and flutter with a broken wing
And mend me through this song I sing