When the silences
Of expectations
Leave the dusty echo
Of words unspoken
When the aching puzzle
You’ve left is broken
And the gaping sound of it
Cracks me open
Still I can’t let you go
Every paper thin note of me says
I can’t let you go
I can’t ever go home
When the soft folds of memory
Hold my tattered thoughts of you
Of you, of you
When you slip away
Like mist in the morning
Shapes of shadows all
That’s left of the moment
When the siren’s call
Still holds me captive
A crumbling faith of
Spellbound stories
Still I can’t let you go
The scattered words left all say
I can’t let you go
I can’t ever go home
When the soft folds of memory
Hold my tattered thoughts of you
Of you, of you
Still the sun will rise
Still the sun will shine
Still the sap does flow
Through the torrid veins
Of lovers throes.
I will find the map
Without your north
In a world without
Me in you
I can’t let you go
I can’t ever go home
When the soft folds of memory
Hold my tattered thoughts of you
Of you, of you
When I hang in threads
I can’t untangle
In the empty hollows
You once inhabited
Oh, I try to find
Some sense of normal
As the world it spins
So blindly callous
Of letting you go
Of letting you go