Tales of MeMan-boy there in the dark room, silentthe walls bleed under the weight of all they've seen.They whisper nothing in the grey of eveningand they tell no tales of me.All I've done was a lifetime agoand this time has made a captive of me.No one here can see me or rememberto suspend their disbelief. I hear you there and I know you're close. I've been waiting here for so long hoping you would answer. Though not in this life, if we had another might you be with me?If God took joy in me, I wouldn't be here,but I'd look after you so much closer than He.You've got something waiting better than us both,but pretend to remember me. I know you're there, I can hear you close; I've been waitin here for so long hoping you would answer, Though not in this life, if we had another might you be with me now?
DevotedSoft, now, ConstanceThat I may answer you.Waiting and wadingThe malaise balm's quite dryWhile I'm singing a lullabyAnd waiting yetLight is vouchsafed,Taken in with nocturne's gratitude;Considered as often as Land.Both are yoursAre you?I am twilight-eyed,Still until across a shadow falls.While waiting for a callI won't regret. Close up your lacy, wasted sorrows; Living in your yesterday while searching for tomorrow. Waiting for a morrow that never comes back.The moments are so fewWasted in hindsightThe mayonnaise jar's gone dryAs the neighbour's hope to pryInside your head.I am twilight-eyed,Still until across the shadows fall,And making a silent callI won't forget. Don't trust your lacy, wasted sorrow, While living in your yesterday And searching for tomorrow Hoping for tomorrows that never come back Again.