No one's waiting
The ones you've hurt are long behind you now
You recall a painting
What's real was lost back then and won't be found
Until the next time around
He's out the window
She's left the room you're talking needlessly
The heart crescendos
One day for grief as if its destiny
Then have some dignity
Come back with a softer kiss
Shattered like a broken fist
The womb was empty
She wears no expression on her face
I must have dreamt she said
Sorrow is just water in the lake
I had so many plans to make
He's on the street, there
She's in the bath reading magazines
Hearing feet on the stairs
The radio plays something from the seventies
Life feels so very plain to me
Come back with a softer kiss
Shattered like a broken fist
Return with a gentler hand
You will never understand