you don't know anything but you'll think of me as eyelids
and you've shut off the world but they're stinging as you do
you can't write and I can't speak but I'll be writing you an ocean
of the words I can't say and you'll be living on the waves
everything that you know is something I must have told you
on a weekend or date when I thought I'd never see again
you can't write and I can't speak but I'll be writing you an ocean
of the words I can't say and you'll be living on the waves...