Poetry: All I Know

Sitting in the darkness
Inside the coolness of the night
Watching the clock spin down
Gleaming in the stereo light

I hear the sound of a voice
Rising into a simple song
I remember the taste of her lips
Has it really been that long

The memories we carry with us
All the things we recall
The glory of the rising
The pain of the fall

Sitting in the darkness
Inside the coolness of night
Watching the clock spin down
Gleaming in the stereo light

Sometimes love is a tangle
Equal parts rose and thorn
Sometimes love is dying
Even as it's born

The best that we can do
Is let love softly flow
Over the stones of the river bed
It's all I know

Sometimes love is a tangle
Equal parts rose and thorn
Sometimes love is dying
Even as it's born

The best that we can do
Is let love softly flow
Over the stones of the river bed
It's all I know

Sitting in the darkness
Inside the coolness of night
Watching the clock spin down
Gleaming in the stereo light