I can't recall that last day of sun
Curtains closed and sitting with the lights out
An uncertain emptiness surrounds me
I'm numb and my judgements have switched to autopilot
Nothing left but echos and thoughts of moving on
Don't stay but don't stay here.
Tell me all your secrets
I promise I'll be listing and if you ever come back home I'll be waiting, patiently
Tell me nothing sacred, I promise I wont hear a work and if you ever come back home.
I wont act so patiently
Black feathers and an unannounced call...
These things go hand in hand, like talking to you and the intake of glass
I hope this knife in my hand speaks for itself...
She's not coming back