I think of you when I hear sad songs When I hear the rain pattering on the roof In the purple of sunsets Sunday mornings The bottom of my wine glass In the words of my favorite book The satin of my favorite blouse And all of the small things
I've got a mind full of unsaid things. There's things I should've said but I wrote them out instead. You won't hear the words unsaid 'cause if I said you wouldn't listen, if I did it wouldn't make a difference.