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