Found this buried in the middle of a text file, and I'm not sure how old it is. It's another one we wrote together, at a desktop computer, maybe last fall? Or late summer. I remember that I blasted out the first verse (it came out of a deep conversation we'd been having), started fumbling and mumbling over the second... She scooted me out of the way, finished #2, and whipped out a nice little bridge. And so on and so forth. I made a few small edits after I copied it into this post. The title is an afterthought.
In fives and tens we're counting time
That never seems to toe the line
Where do we think we'll go from here?
Climbing walls of forged veneer
Can’t see the moon from here
Up one mountain, chase another
Nothing waits to be discovered
I wonder why we even try
We can't expect to get it right
Until the moon revamps the night
Licking wounds time can't erase
We'll disappear without a trace
And in the shadows we'll be safe
Tonight we'll find where we belong
In every note of a moonlit song
Forget what's right, rewrite the wrong
And then we'll know where we belong
We'll know where we belong
I look at you, I hear your voice
And know I need no other choice
I ache to touch your shining face
And kiss your lips, my healing grace,
'Til the moonlight finds its place
Licking wounds time can't erase
We'll disappear without a trace
And in the shadows we'll be safe...
In the shadows we'll be safe.