Touching ground
Going home to those I miss
Safe and sound
Weeks of exile turn to bliss
But there's something in her voice when she is calling me
A trace of blood to lead me through roads of agony
With blood taste in my mouth and clouds before my eyes
I kneel beside the bed where my bleeding dryad lies
Three young souls in misery
Hitting ground
Nausea wakes me up at dawn
Hopes are found
Dissected, turned and then withdrawn
A chair of steel and wire
Her legs are open wide
Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside
The doctors stay away
Leave us with this dismay
To see the colours of a miracle fade and turn to grey
Then a cry
And rivers of blood flow so sadly, bringing you
Our dreams pour into a cold tray
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
I never knew your name, but I will miss you just the same
I was to live for you, I lost the will to live at all the day you came
It'll never be the same, but I will love you just the same
You were to be the first, how wonderful
Now I will always fear to hope again
The irony of seeing me whispering through her skin, so joyfully, to our child there deep within
Or of when she called to me, to tell me cheerfully
That she had seen your shape on a hospital screen
And of nurses being concerned that you never moved or turned
Too late we see the warnings
Too late we learn
I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace
Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes to fill your place
It'll never be the same, but I will love you just the same
I was prepared to be your father
How can I ever prepare for that again?
Still I follow that trace of blood
Always leading back to you
Hollow years of damming that flood
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
Missing you
Going home to those I miss
Safe and sound
Weeks of exile turn to bliss
But there's something in her voice when she is calling me
A trace of blood to lead me through roads of agony
With blood taste in my mouth and clouds before my eyes
I kneel beside the bed where my bleeding dryad lies
Three young souls in misery
Hitting ground
Nausea wakes me up at dawn
Hopes are found
Dissected, turned and then withdrawn
A chair of steel and wire
Her legs are open wide
Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside
The doctors stay away
Leave us with this dismay
To see the colours of a miracle fade and turn to grey
Then a cry
And rivers of blood flow so sadly, bringing you
Our dreams pour into a cold tray
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
I never knew your name, but I will miss you just the same
I was to live for you, I lost the will to live at all the day you came
It'll never be the same, but I will love you just the same
You were to be the first, how wonderful
Now I will always fear to hope again
The irony of seeing me whispering through her skin, so joyfully, to our child there deep within
Or of when she called to me, to tell me cheerfully
That she had seen your shape on a hospital screen
And of nurses being concerned that you never moved or turned
Too late we see the warnings
Too late we learn
I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace
Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes to fill your place
It'll never be the same, but I will love you just the same
I was prepared to be your father
How can I ever prepare for that again?
Still I follow that trace of blood
Always leading back to you
Hollow years of damming that flood
Two young souls in misery
Missing you
Missing you