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Love used to be the ruler
From which you measured all
Love used to be the dizzying height
From which you wished to fall
Love used to be the white and gauzy apparition
towering in your dreams
Love used to be
Love used to be
Love used to be the horseshoe made of iron
And always smiling up
And in your arms it gathered
All manner of silky satin golden luck
Love used to be the pyramid and on top
Its eye that always sees
Love used to be
Love used to be
Dig a six foot hole
Inside my chest
Heart like a gravestone
Lay it down to rest
Good-bye, love
Amen
Love used to be a sigh like petals
Gently falling down
From the flower of my lover's
Half open rose bud mouth
Love used to be the thirst, oh, and the quenching,
The question in no need of answering
Love used to be
Love used to be
Love used to be hope unflinching
The dare that believed it must
Love used to be the heady drunken feeling of
Flesh heavy with lust
Love used to be the photograph of the future
taken by one mind four eyes could see
Love used to be
Love used to be
Dig a six foot hole
Inside my chest
Heart like a gravestone
Lay it down to rest
Good-bye, love
Amen
Love used to be a miracle
The proof that God exists
As it doubled our image, immortality delivered
by the double helix
Love used to be the bedrock you built a life upon
Into the future reaching
It used to be what woke you each day
And eased me into sleeping
Love used to be my compass
But now I'm alone and I'm adrift and I'm lost at sea
Cause love used to be
Love used to be
Love used to be
Love used to be
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“A potent depiction of an emotional state following the decision to divorce. I’m very proud of this lyric. It’s completely non-commercial, six minutes long and doesn’t have a traditional structure, but I think lyrically, if somebody was to look back on who I am or what I am as a writer and lyricist, this is a good example. It’s a song that you have to listen to several times and it’s a gut-wrenchingly honest take of where I was at in my life when I wrote it.” — Picking Up the Pieces Press Release
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