One More Night

Your lips on mine. Your eyes on mine. Your hands on mine.
Frozen in time, I thought I laid down to die tonight.
Our bodies warm and I'm glad I made the phone call.
Lost in the upper room you breathe your life into me as we share our secret one more night.

A mother cries, "My son is dead!" while a father continues working in a field.
She drives all night in a car that's never felt so empty.
Winding through the mountains she wonders when she'll see the sea.
Frozen in time she screams, "How could you?"
Her son laid down to die tonight.

You fall at my feet and wrap your hands around my ankle.
I can feel your fingers tremble.
They speak louder than anything you could ever say.
Shaking. Breaking.
Pausing. Pacing.
We'll share our secret one more night.

An old woman kisses the forehead of her sleeping husband.
She lies next to him on the cold kitchen tiles.
She wonders how he could go home without her.
The refrigerator hums.
Her husband laid down to die tonight.

Alone in the upper room, frozen in time, your body on mine.
We share our secret one more time.
Your lips on mine, your eyes on mine, your hands on mine.
You breathe your life into me and I'm glad I made the phone call.
I swore I laid down to die tonight.