they say we don't remember days it's the moments we recall for me it's the silences that seem to erode, erode…
i guess you didn't know what to say back then has turned to now and I'm still i'm still left wondering how i fit in
what part have i played in your life you're unhappy with the cards you've been dealt you can fold that hand anytime and try, try one more time to say to shape the silences
we never could seem to connect a futile pursuit was evident with our different objectives, interests and ways, ways of doing ..
but in every leaf is a pattern of the tree in turn that must mean there's a history a history of you in me ... wrapped up in me
what part have i played in your life you're unhappy with the cards you've been dealt you can fold that hand anytime and try, try one more time for my sake
i know you were younger then, and maybe naïve but making excuses is not on our side 'cause i don't even know how to say "love" it's like walking for the very first time we will never know the damage we've done ... the price we have paid for the silence