I’m only gonna say it once
When they snuff out the fire that resides in my lowly core
When they expel me from paradise and toss me in a heap at your door
You take the hand of a man who has soiled a grand design
Whose blood is contraband where the veins and vines intertwine
Well it breaks my heart every time! Every time.
And where my life is reduced to smoke and riddle
Would you be my wife? Would you be my widow?
Every moment we’re down on this ground I must murder a flower
And tornadoes of grief with teeth will devour your power
You put something inside something else that renders it wild
To invert on itself till its soul surrenders its child
Well it breaks my heart every time! Every time.
I know I said I’d say it once, but I reconsidered.
Would you be my wife? Would you be my widow? 

Music and Lyrics by Michael Bradley Copyright ©2007 FurnaceSongs ASCAP

09/10/2014