Petals were strewn on the table
It was all that was left of the fight
We did what we could with the ashes
But this, we weren’t getting quite right.
Silence is our big adventure now
Lies are what they cost.
The absence of what we believed
What now is what we’ve lost.
I stood at the door tonight
Thinking of you somewhere.
I’ve often wondered if you thought of me
And if you were really there.