The lingering touch of our fair love,
seems ever so far away.
When the moon shines it light,
and the stars fill the night -
there's never a word to say.
What we need to hear,
we already know -
and of that I have no doubt.
No everlasting silence,
or chattering stillness,
will help us figure this out.
Words of love are what we need,
even though their always said.
Its hard to remember the loving,
when all you can feel is dread.
Dread for the loss of what we had,
dread for the future of what we wont.
Knowing that we are finally over,
is something that we truly don't.
So where once there was love,
there is now steel repose -
to try and stop our fall.
But no matter what we do,
and no matter what we say,
we can't stop this at all.
