Emerge In The Morning

The stillness of death is in the air tonight,
There's a cold void between you and me,
I'm going to dig me a hole and climb inside,
And I'm giving you the warning,
That I may not emerge in the morning.

The past we've trod has worn down our shoes,
My bare feet are blistered walking with you,
And I have to tell you my mind's blistered too,
All my thoughts are thoughts of mourning,
And I may not emerge in the morning.

How I long to go back to love's infancy,
To rekindle the spark that belonged to me,
But the flame's gone out, now my soul roams free,
Looking for a new spark to warm me,
Or I may not emerge in the morning.

It's hard to keep my emotions under control,
When there's no flame left to warm my soul,
And my soft tears only serve to melt the snow,
That precedes the winter that's coming,
So I may not emerge in the morning.

We should be picking roses instead of picking fights,
Or picking up the pieces of this disastrous life,
And lighting the candles that bring light to the night,
Don't wait until the dawn of the morning,
Because I may not emerge in the morning.

Our love no longer shelters from the rain,
It embraces it's coldness, along with the pain,
And it's whispering madness is soundly ingrained,
And I feel the broken promises coming,
And I may not emerge in the morning.

So I'll roll into my hole with a sigh of defeat.
And I'll lay there in the cold, perchance to dream,
And if in that dream your call should be sweet,
Then I will emerge in the morning,
And if not, then you can fill the hole in.