Standing on the doorstep of my father's home
you give me your assurance that your heart will never roam
our thoughts create a union the instant before the kiss
they testify so clearly it's impossible to miss
It's intimate communique without saying a word
in these silent conversations with you
[verse 2]
Amidst all of our friends we maintain our privacy
my eyes focus on you looking only back at me
noone's looking for us because everybody knows
we're standing in the hallway speaking only with our souls
it's the meaningful silences that they all think absurd
that form these silent conversations with you
[instrumental]
[verse 3]
now sitting on the couch the conversations have stopped
I've nearly given up on trying to read your thoughts
I'm fighting back tears as you light up a smoke
lamenting broken promises that you never spoke
and my delusional memories of what I thought I heard
in those silent conversations with you
-Portia 2003