Creation Day

There was a room

The windows shuttered now

A wooden bed

And by the bed

Roses and candles

An old book of rules

We could never keep

The room is empty now

Of all the things we’ve done

I have a photograph

And then we disappear

And I still want you

There was a clock

It said confession time

Time to kiss and tell

Say it was heavenly

Maybe it was hell

It’s good to be alone

Well that’s a lie

The world is empty now

Of all the things we’ve done

I have a photograph

And then we disappear

And I still need you

There was a time

They called Creation Day

A day of peace

A day of fire but

Maybe I dreamed of that

The way I hoped it was

When we were flesh and blood

Our bodies empty now

Of all the things we’ve done

I have a photograph

And then we disappear

And I still love you