Lyrics
My coffee’s black
The kitchen’s cold
Just like the stories we never told
I still reach out to pour your cream
Before I wake from this heavy dream
The newspaper sits on your side of the wood
I read it to you, live, how I only could
But the dust just settles where you used to be
Across the table, away from me
I’m asking the shadows
I’m asking the wall
Who, why did You take her?
Why her first of all?
Do You have her, Lord?
In the house where the light never dies
Can You hold her close
Wipe the silver of years from her eyes?
I am lonely, I’m broken, I’m shivering here
In the silence of every passing year
But if she’s in Your arms
Safe from the rain
Then I’ll find the strength
To carry this pain
I see you battle, the pages are worn
That at the place where the scarcity’s born
You used to say that the best is to come
That this world is a journey, but heaven is home
Now the chair is just wood, and the room is just stone
But I feel a warmth when I’m most alone
Like a breath on my shoulder, a song in the air
You left me your face in the empty chair
Do You have her, Lord?
In the house where the light never dies
Can You hold her close
Wipe the silver of years from her eyes?
I am lonely, I’m broken, I’m shivering here
In the silence of every passing year
But if she’s in Your arms
Safe from the rain
Then I’ll find the strength
To carry this pain
Let the grace be gone away
Let the grace be the key
I know she is waiting
On the shore of the sea
I believe
Oh, I believe
Do You have her, Lord?
In the house where the light never dies
Can You hold her close
Wipe the silver of years from her eyes?
I am lonely, I’m broken, I’m shivering here
In the silence of every passing year
But if she’s in Your arms
Safe from the rain
Then I’ll find the strength
To carry this pain
One cup today
But I’ll see you at dinner