| I could tell you a story, I know you've already been told, but I still breathe, and you know I've done that before bricks and the deep blue of evening, night used to follow me home but these days night goes before me and I walk home alone then I walk into a memory, I was close to you then, when I can not seem to find you then where can I go? days they echo like laughter that I can not always hear, but I would hear you if you spoke so much as my name sometimes the air cannot hold us, and some words the winds do not know, and I sing for you, and this has always been so I could tell you a story, I know you've already been told, but I still breathe, and you know I've done that before |