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Ropes - Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo
In the month of May
Your past began to bust open its graves
In the month of May
And our love became
A dance floor for your demons and mistakes
Our love became
And truth it went the way of thieves
It stole your soul from under our feet
By the month of June
I was tiptoeing 'round your gloom
By the month of June
So I took my light
And I shone upon your hiding places bright
With all my light
But the woods were old and you were buried deep
And I could not persuade the dark to leave
My heart could not hold him any closer
Nor bend any more than it did
With ropes we set sail in threads we land
Thank you for the good times damn you for the bad
By the month of July
Was when all my strength began to die
By the month of July
And the only thing I hadn't tried
Was to pull your conscience close to me and cry
That one I hadn't tried
But my tears were like the dew in spring
And to you they did not mean a thing
My heart could not hold him any closer
Nor bend any more than it did
With ropes we set sail in threads we land
Thank you for the good times damn you for the bad
The month of August saw us
Leave behind a love we swore we'd keep
A love we'd keep
And I can afford no hope
But I do wish that you find yourself
Through losing me
And I will rave and flutter with a broken wing
And mend me through this song I sing
