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Times like now in the night's cold stillness
I can almost touch the purple truth
I take a sip of wine and watch the blackness
Empty out into a moment from someone's youth
Echoes in the ebony
Small pieces of me
A light flickers in the distance
Beyond reach yet instant
It's a long lost truth
Once clearly defined in youth
It's always 3 am in my head
The hour of the almost and long dead
When the electric light is a callous dread
Cutting into a new dawn where shadows are bled
Echoes in the ebony
Faint moments of me
On a long run to yesterday
Where I knew what to say
At ease with the song
So easy to sing old songs
There were women one especially
Always touched the very soul of me
Now it's twenty years on and it seems to me
That girl can still reach out across time and touch me
Echoes in the ebony
The bottles empty
All those bitter sweet memories
Now a sad part of me
The girls evident
She remains my confidant
Sometimes in the still night's emptiness
I can recall love as innocence
And taste the quiet passionate tenderness
I ache for that which the years have raped and distanced
Echoes in the ebony
All that's left of me
The man who was once part of me
He can no longer be
I hear a child's name
It becomes one more small pain |
