still dreaming about the lambs

[sellaredrom]

in the shadow of doubt
in the crush of an instant
standing in the rain outside your door, hand on my knife
when you reach a brick wall
there is still a decision
always thought if I had to lose I'd surely take you all

the city breathes so softly
everything is sleeping
I am at the window silently watching
I can see you standing
alone against the winter
I can hear you asking, but the streets, they are not giving
don't look to the ocean
restless in its dreaming
don't look to the heavens for they will tell you nothing
if living is for learning
then dying is forgetting
once we have forgotten then we can go on loving