Milk For The Blackhearted

There is a house in this town That our old son could never reach its arms around And if you walk in the door A spring of dark water overflows the floor How am I supposed to lay Without the love that only you can give to me How am I supposed to get through These days are dark without you You're the ray in my lens And the sand in my hands And the only beat to which my heart can dance Your the mouse in the sheets And the winds that are free And the only words I am compelled to read There was a heart in this chest So confident that our future only brought the best But now that's just an empty space Where only light projecting pictures of her face How am I supposed to lay Without the love that only you can give to me How am I supposed to get through These days are dark without you