Ravens And Wolves (Tired Pony)

I remember every detail of it The smells of the orange grove Your dress, and the way it hung upon you That look that was in your eyes At that time in the day, the sun was weary And that weariness bled to us With your hands you could steady any vessel And those hands wiped the blood from me We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight We are more like wolves in dead of night, night We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard Than all the larks about to sing, sing I remember calm before this chaos The sound as the coffee boiled And the clear cup I watched the sugar melt in In this stillness, a nagging thought We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight We are more like wolves in dead of night, night We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard Than all the larks about to sing, sing We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight We are more like wolves in dead of night, night We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard Than all the larks about to sing, sing