Collecting words collecting dust
Sitting on shelves sitting in her mind
No one ever sees them, these phrases
old and beautiful and kind.

Hold me close
Hold me dear
Every day
Every night
Every year
I'm lonely, see
I'm lonely, friend
From birth
To life
To end
Hold me close
Hold me dear
Through good
Through bad
Through tear

Open spaces
Open wounds
Open heart but
Open too soon?

Closed doors
Closed eyes
Closed mind but
Open enough to
catch the lies.

Give me the time
For reason and rhyme,
Give me the space
To dry your face,
And give me a light
Touch to hold you at night

Sitting here thinking about the way you smell
Staying up remembering the good old stories that you tell
Solitude's got nothing on you
'Cause all alone I can't enjoy the view.

The music plays and all the dancers freeze in a moment
That is slow and our breathing is at ease.
We are humans caught in a wonderful ploy that plays
with our minds and might one day bring us joy,
But for now we are frozen in place, running
forever away like we are trying to win this race
That is quickly turning into something
more like a marathon of yearning
But we are getting tired, you and I,
and I don't see a reason to lie anymore.

Have you ever felt something you can't describe?
As if being pulled, earth-bound,
while the ground stands in its Great Divide?

Have you felt the sorrow of souls,
Thousands lost to hopeful tomorrow
while the Boatman takes their tolls?

Have you reached inside and touched your sadness
As if feeling the slow peeling of your heart
will somehow soothe the madness?