For Dayan
+ January 14, 1987 - November 23, 2003 +
The creaking of a chandelier, high above the floor
The subtle squeak of hinges, a woman at the door
A single tear is slipping down her ashen cheek
A single scream is echoing, the first sound of the week
His voice cracks just to speak them, words heavy with dread
And that silver-tongued girl is left with naught but lead
For a moment there is silence, then a softly mumbled 'no'
Because the girl just can't believe that he was lost enough to go
Ashes blow to ashes
And dust goes to dust
Denial is a lonely road
Memories to rust
What goes by in minutes can come only in years
And she doesn't ever speak, and no one ever hears
That silver tongue is still for days, not a word from broken lips
The fingers slow upon the keys, the salt from ocean slips
She doesn't understand it; she doesn't even try
She can not bear to think it; she will not stand to cry
A beauty in the silence, a beauty in the throes
And from those sticky ashes, a desperate love grows
Ashes blow to ashes
And dust goes to dust
They're clinging to each other
Memories to rust
One's desolate and stranded, bleeding self-inflicted
One's silent and abandoned, locked up and restricted
The bleeder is a fighter, attraction in despair
Silver tongue, a wicked one, December hearts lay bare
Unhappy anniversary, a rose in winter grows
Drunken punch with silver tongue, beneath a cold wind blows
Stolen by the girl, a heart that's been broken before
Admission in the night, open to shatter just once more
Ashes blow to ashes
And dust goes to dust
The silver tongue loved the bleeding one
Memories in trust