My repertoire spread out and lain at your feet
Reveals all the pains and the loves that I seek.
Every lesson contained in the words that they speak
Are still too much for you to read.
Just one picture I have of me
Holding her hand on the mezzanine.
An image so blurred I can’t see her face,
But I feel her there as her hand’s keeping pace.
A memory to hold on my prie-dieu of wire.
The time is coming soon
When I will have to choose
The life that I had prayed for
Or to give it all away for
You to say,
“I was proud of you that day
When you made the choice you made.
No longer limacine
And you did it all for me.
Now I stand here with your stain
Of sacrifice upon my sleeve
And I still feel your hands
And every dream that you conceived.
I will miss you when I smile.
I will hold this when I bleed.
I’ll remember how you gave
All of it to me.”
The Rivne ravine still holds weight in my heart
And in time it will wear me in too many parts.
So, pretend that it’s merely an aging crease
And let go all the memories of how it came to be.
Just one step that we took along
A narrowing bridge of wards.
An image so blurred I can’t see her face,
But I feel her there as her hand’s keeping pace.
A memory to hold on my prie-dieu of wire.
The time is coming soon
When I will have to choose
The life that I had prayed for
Or to give it all away for
You to say,
“I was proud of you that day
When you made the choice you made.
No longer limacine
And you did it all for me.
Now I stand here with your stain
Of sacrifice upon my sleeve
And I still feel your hands
And every dream that you conceived.
I will miss you when I smile.
I will hold this when I bleed.
I’ll remember how you gave
All of it to me.”
If I listened to them pray
Would I hear them ask of me
To hold a ribbon to my chest
And sew it in ‘till I understand?
Well, I don’t owe Manon anything
And I don’t want to see the spring again.
Forgetmenots hung upon a wreath;
Just sew it in. Just sew it in.
If they listened to me pray
They’d hear me cry in vain
To take my soul, devoid of wealth,
Place it between the toys on the sun’s shelf.