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Cry out on a cold April evening Fingers tremble as she runs to the fold A gentle whisper, no it ain't so soothing When his hands are too still to hold Sterile walls and the chill exceeding Cold metal instruments piercing his gut Tenderly brushing the hair from his forehead Hoping the warmth in her hands are enough Time is a demon Time is a savior And it's a damn shame It's a damn shame Gave up my vices and chased all my saviors away Chased all my saviors away Chased all my saviors away Slower breathing, slower beating Prayin' to Jesus for some kind of hope Fifty years ain't but faces and voices But a lovers touch can make the days go slow Time is a demon Time is a savior And it's a damn shame It's a damn shame Gave up my vices and chased all my saviors away Chased all my saviors away Chased all my saviors away Days get warmer, she sits by the window Silence hangs heavy in an empty home All of the years that they laughed and wandered Never wanted to spend the last ones alone