Filament

from J U N C T U R E by Juncture

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lyrics

I remember how it felt standing there
The weight of the church stones bearing down on our backs
Did you see my hands they were shaking
As you walked down the aisle
How many years had it been before you said yes to me
I remember the way your mother smiled
As we started reading out those lines

For better for worse
For richer for poorer
In sickness and in health
To love and to cherish
Till death do us part

The start of something new
Another chapter pages turn they say
I remember the joy we felt
And how it began to melt away
We bought our house and filled its rooms up
With picture frames and memories
I’ve breathed in these hallways so many times since then
We grew together here
The dream of growing up and growing old
And everything we had all mixed up
Were the plates yours or mine
Tables chairs books and ornaments
The lamp was definitely yours
But the lamp has broken my dear
And it’s been a year since it stopped filling the room
The way you used to do
The filament has all burned out
Such a fragile shape
Trapped in a world of glass
Had to watch you fade the same
But your light is so much harder to replace

For better for worse
For richer for poorer
In sickness in health
To love and to cherish
Till death do us part

I remember those words we spoke
Do those promises still hold
The last line caught up faster than i thought and left me out in the cold
I remember everything we had
I remember everything we felt
I’d like to say they remain unchanged
But i’m not sure anymore
I still go out into the woods at night
Like we used to do together in the summer
And i look up at the stars
And i tell myself i can understand them better now than i ever could before

I remember how it felt standing there
The weight of the church stones bearing down on my back
My hands were shaking as you were carried down the aisle
In that box of wood
I remember the way your mother cried