At the Bottom of Your Glass

I weep tears filled with the memories All the joy when we first wed When we'd stay up all night talking In our matrimonial bed We'd dream and plan our future Between our nocturnal fun Never thinking about sleeping Until we saw the sun Those night were full of magic Hope and trust for the unknown All the day time spent together Building family life and home With a blink of time we were three and we dreamed of being four but we never heard the evil that was knocking at the door We didn't see it coming Or hear tap tap at the door But I knew that it had found us when I saw you on the floor with our child curled up with you when she was just one year old just wanting her sweet mother to stop her feeling cold Was this evil sent to hurt me Retribution for my past But it seemed to be more happy At the bottom of your glass