I'm Begging You Not To Go

I remember every detail of it 
  The smells of the orange grove 
  Your dress, and the way it hung upon you 
  That look that was in your eyes 
  At that time in the day, the sun was weary 
  And that weariness bled to us 
  With your hands you could steady any vessel 
  And those hands wiped the blood from me 

  We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
  We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
  We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
  Than all the larks about to sing, sing 

  I remember calm before this chaos 
  The sound as the coffee boiled 
  And the clear cup I watched the sugar melt in 
  In this stillness, a nagging thought 

  We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
  We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
  We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
  Than all the larks about to sing, sing 

  We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
  We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
  We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
  Than all the larks about to sing, sing