a love of mine sang words to me and played them to a sound
a bassline I had never heard, found hard to figure out
he let his fingers freely touch the strings to chords I knew
but dust inside his fingertips kept tracking so much, too

the sound became a muffled thing, a whisper gone awry
and in a tone we couldn’t fight, we had to say goodbye
we put our hands together then we set our bodies free
and now a love who once had been no longer sings to me