Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

Well, the springtime cries,
And the gentle night,
Eases through the widowed trees,
Alone in the dark,
A bird of the twilight sings,
Welcomed by the shadows,
Into the sleepy-dreams.

The bird is singing,
Softly gasping,
The joy that darkness reveals,
Fear is present,
But there's no need to resist,
We will shiver,
And quietly exist.

But I can't help it,
I still resist it,
I still sink in that hopeless well,
And listen closely,
To the stories crickets tell,
And hope for answers,
Where only silence dwells.

I remember,
In the distance,
A trembling figure of love,
Guided only,
By the stars above,
Led astray,
By games we played so rough.

You were hungry,
And I was hungry,
Thirsting for some kind of peace,
With a burning pain,
That knew no release,
And every touch,
We gave made it increase.

A night like this,
When love is lost,
And we still search when it's long gone,
It's hard to think,
There'll ever be a dawn,
It's hard to feel,
That it still lies yet beyond.
And I still wonder,
My restless wonder,
About that night of springtime gloom,
Were we both,
Victims of the moon,
Helpless to,
The over-reaching doom.

We were dying,
By confusion,
Being strangled from within,
Each betrayed,
By one moment of sin,
Just more games,
No one's s'pposed to win.

I stood alone,
Like I was brave,
While my silence struck you down,
Terrorized,
While waiting for a sound,
Still surprised,
Nothing was found.

I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry,
I never wanted you betrayed,
I was week,
I was so afraid,
It was easy,
Watching it all fade.

I still miss you,
I still love you,
I hope you're happier than I,
I'm still struggling,
With why it had to die,
I hope the night,
Won't treat you as unkind.