Album: Live At Last (2004)

At Death's Door


[Music - P.Craddick, B. Cline / Lyrics- P. Craddick]

I run my desperate trembling hands
along the floor where you once walked
Fighting tears that come from loss
I brave the rooms where we once talked

You took a part of me I never can reclaim
Your spirit's in my heart
But you know it's not the same

Straining to beat this blur of tears
Swollen eyes beg for my dead friend
Reminiscing with a photograph
Drives home (that) was won't be again
I will to guarantee my reason will prevail

Pain breeds the need for make believe
To soothe a heart that's frail

Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away it's light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as deay turns into night

I drop down to my knees and plead with the sky
Of course it does no good
But I'll give anything a try

Gazing, thinking, standing on a cliff
That guards the blue-green of the sea
I accept the blueprint of the world, that
all must pass away that's come to be.

You meant so much to me
That's why there's all this pain
So much improved from our exchange
It will never be the same

Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away it's light
We all suffer loss at death's door
We all suffer loss...

As surely as day changes into night.