Pour words over me and all around, the ripples rock the boat I favour entropy a slow decline, before I have to go Don't take it out on me it's just revenge, and you're the instrument Your actions guarantee an end to this, but will you ever know?
And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice But you're not there to call me I forget sometimes
In the aftermath I fall through stages, fitting more of grief Unrehearsed, they seem to stutter past, a shuffled deck unsheathed Acceptance bows to discontent, a sense of mourning troubles me Quick anger rears it's head and settles down, replaced by disbelief
And I walk home as the sun goes down and listen for your voice But you're not there to call me