I Reckon

Hear the song here!

"Oh is this what an empty body feels like?"
Something I wrote
then put it on the stack of 'already said'
a growing pile of anti-climax on my desk.

It's reaching to the sky, now,
the letters un-sent
the words unread
the fingers that could
and shared soft words

"You remind me of a still lake."
"The fog on the water is too much to take."
"Give me time."
Give me time.

"I find turning on the light a bit painful."
"Even my hair wonders where you are,"
And if you are far."

I reckon my dreams are gone, now
Swallowed by the earth,
No place of mirth
I'm left behind.

"Oh is this what an empty body feels like?"
Something I wrote
then put it on the stack of 'already said'.