Knife - Mary Lambert

I remember the night we had to pull over

Because the moon was so rich and orange

And full of love, we stood holding hands in silence

Being welcomely swallowed by the open night

The smell of cucumbers

The last twilight of Summer still warm on our cheeks

As I drive by tonight the road reminds me

The stars start whispering «Look up,»

It knocked the wind out of me

It was just the way it happened

Farmhouses dotted with Christmas lights

The air too cold to breathe

Now a sad Christmas song on the radio

My chest caving in on itself

I pulled over just to see what it would feel like

Standing there alone but the Moon disappeared

I’m not lying

Pulled from under my feet the Moon, it was you

You were there and then you were not

And this isn’t a dream

This is what dying feels like

What is means to knife and to be knifed by the one that you loved

And to keep driving home

Oh my love what have I done?

I’m not bad just because you left me

Not good just because you loved me

Not bad just because you left me here

It was the fire that killed me

You never called me back

When is home gonna feel like home again?

Not just a place with the windows and doors again

I’m not bad just because you left me

Not good just because you loved me

Not bad just because you left me here