The cellist plays to our humble hearts
Gently lulling us and loving us
As we hold each other tight
Buried in the crook of the other's neck
Afraid to look into the other's eyes
And afraid to look away
The rug is soft beneath my feet
And my toes curl into it as we turn
And your breath is steady
And warm
And I wish I could always feel it on my skin
Knowing you're that close
Knowing you haven't gone away
That you're mine for one more day
But I know soon I'll see the rooms empty
I know soon the house will mourn
For its smiling sailor
Fighting in his own war
In a land we haven't found yet
In a world that's still a dream
But its effects still feel so real
Dancing by the sofa
So we can fall when our feet grow weak
And we can hold ourselves together
With its cushions at our back
Kissing away hot tears
Knowing you can't kiss away the fears
Which bring them out so earnestly
Into the shaking arms of our last night
This old CD clutches our hearts in its harmonies
And it dances with us in the airwaves
And it surrounds us in its cocoon
Tomorrow means nothing
We'll live forever in its endless tune
