No simple word,
The open book,
The letter's kill and you can't lookA broken lock,
The empty mouth,
A distant sound creeping out

A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder
A silent word,
The poison took,
The shallow eyes take their last lookA whispered doubt,
An empty house,
An autumn leaf on the ground
A long, long, gone melodyA long, long, gone memory of wonder

The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...