When it was over
and they could talk about it
She said there's just one thing
I have got to know
What in that moment
when you were running so hard and fast
Made you stop and turn for home
He said I always knew you loved me
even though I'd broken your heart
I always knew there'd be a place for me
to make a brand new start

Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole

When it was over
and they could talk about it
They were sitting on the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out
what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it might take some time
She said, Yeah, I felt that
and that's probably what saved my life

Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole

There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we're working it out
So come with your love and wash over us

When It Was Over

Sara Groves

honesty is demanded and justly so
yet because of the pain truth brings
one may be honest but not forthright

i see reason enough not to be the latter
my words may be misinterpreted
my looks misjudged

few are the people who can know me
fewer are those who can continue to know
those who can hold me dear after all they know

it is an irony
that you are also threats to me
you that i seek and despair of
clarity, joy and peace

melancholy and confusion
they are better muses
words multiply
movements are created

when i am content
all i do is sit and smile
can it be that discontent is more productive?
can it be that strife lets me live more?

They tell me I'm young
But already I'm worried
I feel time creeping by
And it so stealthy I don't notice it

So before I'm completely cast
And before I crumble and crack
I'll learn what I can
I'll fly where I want to

Tomorrow is a day I may not have

Two hours of beauty
Two hours of madness
Two hours of sheen on my face
And sweat down my back

Pull up, turn out
Eye-line high, shoulders down
Elbows out, stomach in
Bend lower, throw higher

I am supple, I am graceful
I am strong, I am light
I am beautiful
It begins in the mind
And ends in a dance.

i can't frown forever
so I smile and laugh
as the sadness ebbs and swirls
flushing around in me

maybe i should never have
tied my soul to yours
i can't see thorugh the tangles
and i'm too selfish to sort them out

so let us nurse our wounds
as we continue to inflict them
and as other watch us
like two spiders caught in their own web

the sun pushed the clouds
and i understood why
why the bench was abandoned

the light heightens my imperfections
yet i linger cross-legged
in a warmth i rarely find

lemon tea swirls in the cup
a pen darts between the sunlit strands
a lonely heart is enclosed by trees
here perhaps i shall find comfort
in the clutches of strangers' voices

burn my black strands to copper
i wish i could walk around on fire
to stand out in the sea of ink
desperation reaches the very ends of my hair

it struggles seemingly purposeless
winds and rains break upon it
life pushes forth still
but falls to the ground to die
there is a kindred sense here
somewhere in these rotting leaves