Make it Last

I will march through the darkest hell just to bring you back to life
back to the land where our demons love to hide in plain site
I can see the destruction burning in your eyes
As you lovingly clip off my wings then dare me to fly

Oh we're staring down this vicious spiral
The barrel of a '45
You gently pull back the cold steel hammer
And I'll pull the trigger, painting the room with our pride

I recall a time in the not so distant past
Where your eyes would fill with joy  And your smile would shine to laugh
Oh how I wish, how I wish it would all go back
To the time when I remembered how to make it all last

Standing on this hill with dark clouds looming on the horizon
Laying down fresh roses by a grave that reads 'our love'
Rain spills down from the heavens watering our best intentions
I hope and pray there's a brighter day that will bloom a new connection

So let's go back, back to the beginning, back before all this sadness
There has got to be, to be another way, another way to put this behind us
the weight of my heart, sinking ever lower, is so fragile oh so delicate
With the twist of the blade, I give my life away, and in your hands I place it.