Milk For the Blackhearted

There is a house in this town That our old sun could never reach it's arms around And if you walk in the door A spring of dark water overflows the floor How am I supposed to live Without the love that only you can give to me? How am I supposed to get through These days of dark without you? You are the rain on my lens And the scent on my hands And the only beat to which my heart can dance You are the marks on my sheets And the wind through my fleet And the only words that I am compelled to read There was a heart in this chest So confident that our future only brought the best But now there is just an empty space With a lonely light projecting pictures of her face How am I supposed to live Without the love that only you can give to me? How am I supposed to get through These days of dark without you?