C-Minor

mewithoutYou

Our house wrapped in disrepairs,
a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneath the stairs
nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,
thinking about the government, and muttering a prayer.
So I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay
and sat still to stop from scaring her away -
but she hurried on her little way
and scurried around my mind
ever since, every day

Open wide, my door,
My Lord, my Lord.
Open wide, my door,
to whatever makes me love you more.
Open wide, my door,
while there's still light to run towards.
Open wide, my door.

Like water on the dry wood,
equal parts misguided and misunderstood
but all the neighborhood
watched a fire burn from where they stood
as the smoke said
"we're not half as bad, as God is good,"
and there's a whisper in my ear,
the voice of loneliness and fear,
And I say:

"Devil disappear!
I'm still "technically" a virgin
after 27 years -
which never bothered me before,
so, what's maybe 50 more?"

Open wide, my door,
My Lord, my Lord.
Open wide, my door,
to whatever makes me love you more.
Open wide, my door,
while there's still light to run towards.
Open wide, my door.

she came back for the oats,
but she brought along a "friend".
(It never ends)
the harder the rain,
the lower the flowers in the garden bend.
(It never ends)
I'd rather never talk again,
than to continue to pretend
that this never ends.