I don't know if it was real or in a dream
There was a table set for six and five were there
I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
And there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been
But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision
Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
Oh the fear I've known
That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own
But maybe I was wwrong
I choose most of your life goes on without me
All I've sown was a song I said to you the one gift which I'd adore
Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding
Unwrap a package of the next 10 years unfolding
But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored
When we last talked we were lying on our backs
I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
Trying to read the greek upon the stars the alphabet of healing
Looking up at the sky through the ceiling
Oh I knew back then It was a calling that said if joy then pain
The sound of the voice these years later is still the same
I am alone in a hotel room tonight
Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
And I'm working through the grammar of my fears
Unforgiving the choice still is
To have the things which mean the most not to mean the things I miss
Mercy what I won't give
The language or the kiss.
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