Another Sunday night gone down the drain
The thoughts were lost in the communication
Cup your ears and close your heart
Clasp your hands, and hope to start

Senseless acts of senses fail
A nothing song with tired means
One way lives run one way streets

Loaded words wash burning cheeks
Anger compounds by the week
Fountains dry like riverbeds
Forever lost with nothing said.

Uphold fevers choking sweetly
This account by far exceeds
Abscission loses hold of leaves
You re the one I can t believe