When there is nothing left to say
Pleas, half-formed unspoken fade
No last chances on a plate
No dying breath to resuscitate
All our jokers, aces played
Reluctant still to move away
Familiarity urges us to stay
Use the door, close the gate
When there is nothing left to say
The mirage that was yesterday
Crumbles into dust today
No more fire in the grate
All burnt out so why wait
The path untrodden leads the way
When there is nothing left to say
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
When there is nothing left to say
Pleas, half-formed unspoken fade
No last chances on a plate
No dying breath to resuscitate
All our jokers, aces played
Reluctant still to move away
Familiarity urges us to stay
Use the door, close the gate
When there is nothing left to say
The mirage that was yesterday
Crumbles into dust today
No more fire in the grate
All burnt out so why wait
The path untrodden leads the way
When there is nothing left to say
