Perfect Word

I'm waiting on the wheels to touch down
in the city I was born in
light is spreading all across the skyline now
we're on our way to mourning
and I didn't drink a bloody mary on the plane
cause I wanted you to see me the way that I was then
I never knew my own skin could feel so foreign

So take me back to the house that I grew up in
tell me somehow 30 years are not for nothing
I'll allow, maybe forever is just pretending
and all these stories have an ending

Cause this was a thing I knew for sure
when all the world was faceless
but love is not a perfect word, it knows no time or place
and there's no bridge that we could burn
I'd still find my way
I know it like the river knows the rain
And the voices in the yard
with their make believe games
angels on the backs of playing cards
our sins, our saving graces
and the picture sweet and sharper than a razor blade
I wish I had it all to live again

While you were sleeping I slipped out onto the back porch
to watch the snow fall in the streetlight
it was twisting through the branches of the sycamore
oh what a night to say goodbye

Christmas slips away into the morning of the next day
the things I need to tell you there may not be words to say
but I came here to spread your ashes like the seeds of a dried flower
I've been staring at this empty room for hours

Cause this was a thing I knew for sure
when all the world was faceless
but love is not a perfect word, it knows no time or place
and there's no bridge that we could burn
I'd still find my way
I know it like the station knows the train
like the flowers on the wall,
I'd count them every night
when I was too afraid to fall asleep without the light
and you were only down the hall,
comforting and quiet
I wish I had it all to live again