I don't know if it was real or in a dream Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been 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 Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision And I choose most of your life goes on without me Oh the fear I've known That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own All I've sown was a song But maybe I was wrong
I said to you the one gift which I'd adore The package of the next 10 years unfolding But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored (I'd be bored) Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding When we last talked we were lying on our backs (lying on our backs) Looking at the sky through the ceiling (looking at the sky, looking through the ceiling) I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway Trying to read the Greek upon the stars The alphabet of feeling 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 I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil And I'm working through the grammer of my fears Oh mercy (mercy) what I won't give To have the things that mean the most not to mean the things I miss Unforgiving the choice still is The language or the kissTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
