I’m trying to catch love
But it slips through my fingers like hot coarse sand.
And then the darkness comes again,
Singing its old familiar melodies
And ripping the hands off of the clock
So it could be any year
Could be any day.
All I know is I wake up alone
And sometimes its too much
Just existing at all.
You can make it
Hold on, just hold on,
The summer will come alive
And you’ll be reborn into the beauty of love, fixed, done.