You could write, you could think, you could have sex

You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed

Stare out the window, down the lawn, to the lake

For as long as it takes



Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe, love is the new maybe



I know what winter's about

Too many nights, not enough days

I watched the birds fly south

And no, I don't wait

The last words out of my mouth

Stay out of my way

And I'm in a wrong place



Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe it's the things we don't say

Maybe, love is the new maybe

Maybe, love is the new maybe

Maybe, love is the new maybe