by Joseph King

Created on: May 11, 2010

You were magic
You were seamless
You were perfect
I was sold
You were Laura
My Dark Lady
Mother Mary's
Empty stone

You were graceful
You were honest
You were beauty
Love divine
You had reasons
Soaked in needles
I had a choice
I walked on by

Chorus
April’s the cruelest month
When you think about the weather
So lost in the winds and rainfall
It takes so much more to be there
Drifted in the breeze
A long, long time before I took the stage
Hold on just a while longer
I’ll see you in thirty days

Looking back at
The way we were
It’s all changed now

Restless widows
Of the rocks and stones
Tossed upon the ground

Time is timeless
In the ecstasy
In which we used to live

Mortal anguish
Languid anger
Primal danger
Mortal love

Chorus

In our lives this is the April
Don’t achieve your bleak December
I can’t take you
Six feet under
Rape of my heart
How I held you
Final moments
Tried to thwart your
Inner demons
I won’t let them take my girl away, no
Don’t do this again

You were magic
You were seamless
You were perfect
I was sold
You were Laura
My Dark Lady
I feel like Mary
Old, alone

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