i sit here now
with nothing to do,
can't stop myself from thinking,
thinking of you.
With you on my mind,
I hear music,
I hear voices,
singing in a language i'll never know.
We make our songs,
we fill in the words,
we tap our own beat,
we create our own language,
the language of the loved.
The song of the heartbroken,
the beat of a heart,
thump thumping for you.
Those shattered words,
broken apart, put together,
when will love's ache end?
I hear my friends talk about true love,
and i just want to say, to save any trouble,
it doesn't exist.
Just that steady beat, and that slow but melancholy song filled with unspoken words.