I walked right into the kitchen
Placing my hands on my hips
I told you that I wouldn’t listen
Do you remember the night
You stood right there in the door way
In case he decided to call
Our faces were lit by the light
Of the TV he kept on all night
After the movie was over
You sent us to bed for the night
I laid there with Kari and wondered
What you said when you pulled him aside
I can recall every moment
Tear drops at night by your bed
The laughter that doubled us over
The promise that helped us forget
Oh the vine that held onto us
Is still holding on
Is still holding on
They say time will heal
I wonder how that will feel
Kept us awake through the night
Ten paces, a turn and a draw
You shot, “I can’t take anymore!”
Do you remember the fight
His back getting soaked in the rain
Face to face in the cab of the car
I watched through the window pane
The death of our northern star
Did you see him falling
Did you see this coming
When are you gonna fix it
In this moment, in this lifetime or the next
Oh the vine coming up from your bed
Meant for life but swallowed instead
No I cannot raise us up from the dead
But flowers on graves, shows love anyway
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