they say we don't remember days
it's the moments we recall
for me it's the silences that seem to erode, erode?


i guess you didn't know what to say back then
has turned to now

and I'm still
i'm still left wondering how I fit in


what part have I played in your life
you're unhappy with the cards you've been dealt
you can fold that hand anytime

and try, try one more time
to say
to shape the silences


we never could seem to connect
a futile pursuit was evident

with our different objectives, interests and ways,
ways of doing ..


but in every leaf is a pattern of the tree
in turn that must mean there's a history
a history

of you in me ... wrapped up in me.

what part have I played in your life

you're unhappy with the cards you've been dealt
you can fold that hand anytime
and try, try one more time for my sake


i know you were younger then, and maybe naïve
but making excuses is not on our side

'cause I don't even know how to say "love"
it's like walking for the very first time
we will never know the damage we've done ...

the price we have paid
for the silence


in this lifetime?.
i'm halfway through mine