maybe I'm wrong
maybe he's right
maybe he's not doing
this out of spite
for he would know
since we can't see the light
and our bodies keep melting
in the midst of the night
and your voice has gone quiet
and a ***** will riot
since your voice is fading
and your mind has grown tired

I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to shoot
a distraction i've made
from a lover's point of view
but i don't mean to harm
when i take you in my room
i don't want to take the
pen away from you
but i guess i have no choice
for i have stolen your voice
it wasn't my idea
i was sick of all the noise

produced in my brain
when i think of your face
its a sickening way
for which I'm disgraced
so i will leave you alone
i will leave you tonight
i can't think of a more
romantic place or time
so goodnight my child
goodnight my moon
maybe you will
regain your voice soon
for he is right
and I am wrong
it wasn't out of spite
he saw it coming all along
and wanted what was right
and he sees in your eye
what he hears in your voice
singing line after line

but he could not keep
from mocking this boy
now i have grown tired
now i am annoyed
so goodnight my child
goodnight my moon
please find your voice again
for now i'm turning you loose