The Gathering Field

Dying On The Vine

The Gathering Field


I took the long way
I took the low road
And when I got home 
It was morning, where'd the time go?
She sat waiting 
She had her coat on
Said, "This can't go on." 
Guess the truth was just a stone's throw

A flower blossomed 
but the summer ended years ago
The autumn spared us, 
but the winter has not been so kind
And we don't feel the sun no more, we're just dying on the vine

Door slam echo 
Gone for certain
Behind drawn curtain 
I watch her through the window
Floating backwards 
I see her shining
A light so blinding 
Makes you wonder where it all goes

A flower blossomed 
but the summer ended years ago
The autumn spared us, 
but the winter has not been so kind
And we don't feel the sun no more, we're just dying on the vine

Ancient photograph
The way that we both laughed
Looked like we'd stay like that forever
But outside the picture frame
The deepest truths change like the weather
They change just like the weather

A flower blossomed 
but the summer ended years ago
The autumn spared us, 
but the winter has not been so kind
And we don't feel the sun no more, we're just dying on the vine