The Killer

Love like the lost linger of failed memory
Struggles against death but refuses to live
And in the cold wake up of everything I’d give
To have things turn out differently
I know now I’m free

And I guess that I never told her
Through the whispers and silician vespers
And the gentle promise of soft passage
That I’m helpless to explain
What she knows far better than anyone might expect
That the noose was meant for my neck

In small spots where roads cross
The mystery of fortune and chance wait
For you to find what fits you
And shows you what you need to see
And now that I’ve seen I thank God I’m free