The First Day - Ian Foster

On the first day

I can never forget

Your body in that doorway

In silhouette

On the first day

There is no scar

Just a trail of blood from the past

To where you are

What comes now?

What comes now?

Just another day somehow

But the first day is all your tired heart allows

On the first day

I get the shake

The fallout from

All the mistakes I make

On the first day

I feel so low

Too close to the moment

I let you go

On the first day

I can still taste

The perfume from your skin

My lips erased

On the first day

I want it all gone

To crawl back to the past

Where I belong