Black Felt

We wrapped black felt round the feet to protect the floor
Saving our new life from scratches dealt out by the one before
I wondered if anyone could take away a sofa so old
Or at all
Folds meet fingers, it's the first time I found her again
Browning and picked apart by fingernails and younger hearts then
We slept on the part where we
Fought on the spot where I kissed my wife
Before she was

I don't want to lose
What we lost
Down in thin places in the dark
I don't want to choose
Moving on
Leaving the best of our life: the first part

We carried that bastard down four flights of stairs
She nearly broke my brother's foot, defiant, I think she was scared
We laughed at the thought of us holding on to something so old
Just because

Sideways round hallways to newer rooms made to look neat
She always would shrug fancy covers like feeling the heat
Can't conceal memories, the first stain's a tragedy
The rest are complete

I don't want to lose
What we lost
Down in thin places in the dark
I don't want to choose
Moving on
Leaving the best of our life: the first part

If we sit very still and we hold ourselves tight
And we pull up our feet side by side
It's hard to tell whether we're holding our love or our life
Before it was

I don't want to lose
What we lost
Down in thin places in the dark
I don't want to choose
Moving on
Leaving the best of our life: the first part

I don't want to lose
What we lost
Down in thin places in the dark
I don't want to choose
Moving on
Leaving the best of our life: the first part