depressed sleep deprived ramblings...




I sit here quietly in the dark
My music playing through the room
The song I played when she left this world
It brings tears to my eyes

A love song written by a man for his angel
But it always made me think of her
As if it was penned for my sweet Lilly

As we pass through this illusion
This wall of water of sand
People they come
But I always see them go

Building a repitore of loss
So many I loved drifted away
Lost between the grains of sand in the hour glass
Never to be seen again

-K



Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
"Into My Arms"


I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms