Now That There Are No More Words To Hurl
Now that there are no more words to hurl,
And silence stalks the corridors of my world...
I think of all the things I could have said,
Instead of all the things I did to hurt you.
So now that all that angry fire has left,
And raindrops on the window only mirror tears I've shed,
I sit and watch blurred raindrops fall,
And where you sat, no-one sits instead.
Now that there are no more cards to play
And birds, not whispers wake me to the day...
I think of all the times I wished for peace,
Now that I wish this peace would fade away.
And now that there is only me to please,
The pleasure's neither better nor so easy,
And though I thought you stood between it all,
There is no peace or pleasure now you've freed me.