I spoke to you in whispers but you shouted out my shame My confidence is now just splinters I can no longer speak your name
At dawn the sun broke my mask I wore to dance to your tune Now I'm just a broken mess for you look down upon as your due
Can we never hear the music again that was once our beating pulse? Why is it you're always the one that sings more quietly than most?
While we blind ourselves we simply drown with the tide Echoes of the past reflect only the failures and so shall it always be
Tomorrows promise is a kiss of remorse just the same, we shall part Can we leave what was only, to pretend what never will be?
As you pull me from the depths I simply leave you waiting The nightmares will fade but will the dreams ever again ring true?
So why do we dance to the same old tune? When the music goes away do we simply just nod to each other knowing there's no other day? At midnight do we excuse ourselves to slumber separately with our demons? Or do we simply hold onto each other to survive through the next season?
I taste the goodbye upon your lips I hear our song slowly fade Can you not simply follow me to the shore where new memories could be made?
In bittersweet reprise is our closing Here do the credits role Tonight is a moment and it bleeds the memories Soon only to be pages from our past
Paint this moments portrait, and stand back, not see the flaws It is all in the illusion after all
Except for, in the grains of sand upon which we danced are the footsteps of our past just washing away Do the pages just turn on? Because if you asked me in the beginning I would have told you I didn't dance But you grabbed me and started swaying without me having a chance to tell you I can't hear the music I just move to a certain beat The illusion is the only thing that will move me to my feet
Isn't it after all, the flaws, that will crack and we will tumble You may walk away singing, while I still fumble with the illusion that we danced so pretty under a fractured moonlight While I tried to hold onto you upon a tortured shore You walked away from me Leaving me in the dark of night
As always I give far more credit to to Helen when it comes to these co writes she is a true friend and always a honor to write with her