I Cried Your Tears

As I looked at lovr
At the bar in Chicago
Pictured your sorrow, a colorless hollow as you lay in your bed
Your arms, they were empty
The far away feel of the love you are wanting, and

I cried your tears

I cried your tears for the life that was stolen
By the husband, no lover, the child of your mother
And what now remains?
Is it sorrow, is it pain?
Is love unforgiving, a portrait of grief?

And I cried your tears

For the want of a lover that's far away
The sum of desire, a mock of shame
So she sighs, often low, in silence, she spoke
Forgive me, oh dreamer, give me my freedom

And I cried your tears
I cried your tears

But what does it matter, a painter, a thief?
The thing that was taken wasn't yours to keep
But how can I return to the night that I stole into the arms of your lover
Gave you your soul and

I cry your tears