Christina

Deep in my waking hours comes a force
Whose violence breaks each bank I try to build there
Her taste fills my mouth with clumsy words
Sometimes I just want to cry when our precious seconds unwind
Then I feel it begin to slide
Her soul breathes life into these old bones

Christina, Christina,
Race me to the mountains where we can grow old

I just don't know what to say,
My words will cheapen what we create
And I ignite in our embrace
You steal all the darkness from my eyes
So lay me down to sleep, let me chase down the safest dream
Our love will always be the place that all my old ghosts cannot reach

We are children sadly growing old,
Thrown from places now turned cold
With words as battered as their source
Harness me to use their voice