It rumbles through from ear to right,

The eternal noise never breaking the silence,

The lick of doubt,

The Spark is cast,

The hour grows late and the mind it knows,

Knows that it should really be sleeping. 

But what if?

What if that one thing was true,

Its not,

You know it’s not,

But it could be,

You’ve said it now it won’t leave you.

Around you the silence creaks,

Time hums its endless tune,

People they float, carelessly,

But what if?

That what if, oh how it nags,

How you wish you could carve it out of your mind and let it rot in the never thought,

But you did think it and there it stays.

There is what keeps you awake. 

I hope you miss me.

I miss you.  

I hope for all our sakes you are telling the truth and that this is just a terrible misunderstanding on my part.

Tear drops fall, she brushes away, she walks,

She smiles, she laughs, she loves,

Tear drops fall, she brushes away, she walks,

She smiles, she laughs, she loves.

Cold droplets melt against the warmth of her skin,

She is not sad for any reason of her own,

The pain, the misery, that she can see,

Brings her to a gloom of her own.

She does this not out of conformity,

Or a want to be like them,

But because she morns for your sorrow,

Her sadness is that yours, she is unable to mend. 

I just want to know you are ok.

If I could reach inside my mind and pull you out,
You would be here in this moment.

That feeling like something is missing,
That ache for your embrace,
Would be satisfied in an instant with you coiled against my side.

Your lips they would brush against me,
As mine would dance against your skin,
The change in rhythm doesn’t change the song,
The meaning is always the same.