Shiola - Murder By Death

I steal a look between the blinds, I unwind

She sleeps in comfort in my arms

She is plain, but she is mine

Our child is silent but awake

I run my hand through his hair

I teach him manners and how to

Stick up for himself when things get bad

I tell him «son, never throw the first punch

And if you must fight, make it clean»

Shiola, will all be forgiven?

Shiola, am I strong enough to start again alone?

The taste of home is filling up my mouth

Is it wrong to love a family of ghosts?

Her door is open, the windows are all up

She says «come inside»

I live alone, more or less

I summon wife, child, and happiness

Build them up from the dirt and clay

I have to believe that all will be forgiven

My heart is overflowing

The love and anger coiled into one

They take and take, but never get their fill

I try and try, but fail against my will

I wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up

And take me down the road home