Beneath the undergrowth, on the riverside of just
Another windy road, she lives
Weather's taken wood, all the colours drained away with
Summers staying put, within
Highest vantage point, a window out to all the
Consequential noise, no more
Footsteps round the house, now reduced to nothing but an
Unfamiliar sounding score
And days, turn to weeks and fade away
He had woken sore, from a feeling deep within, he did his best ignoring, til
Clutching at his clothes, as he turned to panic stricken
Reaching for his only, pills
And all, just a moment's time to fall
Waiting at the gate, he's there but never greeted, he's that
Number on the page, the last thing that she reads before she's
Sweetly singing, restlessly to sleep
His smell is sewn in everything she keeps, unseen
Wakes and what she sees, every frame upon the walls
Memories like a distant dream
Constantly it comes, self-interrogation every, second could've done or been
And whilst, she keeps a brave face every time
Waiting at the gate, he's there but never greeted, he's that
Number on the page, the last thing that she reads before she's
Sweetly singing, restlessly to sleep
His smell is sewn in everything she keeps
Waiting up the stairs, he's standing there admiring, as she
Braids her greying hair, and though she don't see smiles, she keeps on
Sweetly singing, restlessly to sleep
The feel of him in everything she keeps, unseen