Marcus Foster - You, My Love

Sun falls down like the memory of a sword,
Turned everything from gold into grey.
There's a light that still finds your face,
Giving all the dust and shadows a name.

And the night turns just as cold as the surface of the moon,
Showing nothing more than sorrow and the faith,
There's a sight sitting slowly in my mind,
With a sound that is waking up the shade.
With a sound that is waking up the shade.

It's you, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it's true, my love, I've got to see the way
I'll love you till my dying day.

(Dying day)

A feeling hits your heart like an arrow in the snow,
Waking all the blood that's sweeping in your veins.
It's alright for it that you don't really know
Just how the water's going to deal with your remains.

Just how the water's going to deal with your remains...

There's a spirit in your mind, I can see it in your eyes,
Like a gift you bring to ease a trouble too.
Where we cast another storm beneath the sad stained moon,
And wait to find ourselves alone,
In a room.

And wait to find ourselves alone...

It's you my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it's true, my love, I've got to see the way
I'll love you till my dying day.

It's true, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it's true, my love, I've got to see the way
I'll love you till my dying day.

Dying day...