Blot Out The Sun

Her anger blots out the sun
and the green is gone from her eyes

Desire dissipates, like a summer flower dying
yes, she told me once, but I had forgotten
and my fingernails are dirty still
now the green is gone from her eyes

She loved me once, it doesn't matter now
when her anger blots out the sun
tomorrow, yes, tomorrow
I'll hold her closer, closer then

I should have known, I should have cared
the green is gone from her eyes

-AAB