That was the day when it all came undone.
That was the night that we cried so deeply.
That was the week all the flowers dried up.
That was the morning the sun rose empty.

That was the summer the termites swarmed out.
That was the evening our dog snapped at us.
All through the winter birds hit our windows.
Within a month seven cats had vanished.

That was the moment the house was poisoned.
That was the hour when prayers meant nothing.
Then right at midnight I felt a whisper.
It was a voice I will hear forever.

That was the time when our beds were separate.
That was the year of the ten tornadoes.
That afternoon all the trees were cut down.
That was the instant I lost my secrets.


It was the counselor's only session.
Within a minute the table shattered.
In that November of purest darkness, 
There was an eon of waiting, waiting.

There was a Sunday of smoke and powder.
For just a second I could have killed you.
Then for a season of snow and grieving, 
We let the nightmare give way to sleeping.

There was a flash of the old love somewhere, 
Amid the flurry of blows and cursing.
It was a span of the sweetest respite, 
And made it clearer that it was over.

?Cause that was the day when it all came undone.
That was the day when it all came undone.
That was the day undone.