Long legged shadows, Mississippi sunset
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She was standing like a candle that hadn't been burned yet
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The wind was blowing clouds like ashes
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Had my hand in my pocket, reaching for my matches
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I can see those cotton sheets a dancin'
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On her mama's clothesline in my head
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From my lips a lucky strike was danglin'
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The day was dying in a sea of red
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Then came the night warm and dark
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Draggin' it's chains across our hearts
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The moon was full, the grass was wet
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Making us scream, making us sweat
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Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right
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Then came the night
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There was a time when love was a flower
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Now it's a vine that climbing up the tower
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And the river just rolls past the garden
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Where love won't grow and the ground is hardened
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I can see that tattered white flag flyin'
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I can hear the ringing mission bell
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Telling of the innocence that's dying
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A sound that I remember oh so well
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Then came the night warm and dark
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Draggin' it's chains across our hearts
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The moon was full, the grass was wet
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Making us scream, making us sweat
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Making us cling, making us claw
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Making us rise, making us fall
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Breath on breath, skin on skin
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Can't go back there again
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Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right
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Then came the night
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Then Came The Night
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| Tommy Shane Steiner |
