I've got a lot that's on my mind
Got a lot that doesn't seem to bother me
And I've got everything but time
Time for remembering ...
Now that you have gone
Where will all this go
When the sun has crossed across the floor?
Now that you are gone
How am I to know
When the moons refuse to open doors?
All the hanging strings
Gleam inside my soul with all the broken things
Can't give what I've never taken back—
There is terror in the night
There's no waking up from certain dreams
There's only morning and its light
To say what's coming ...
You smelled like peaches
Your hand was soft and then you reached out for mine
To cross the river
Open flowers
To any side
It will someday burn away
This special feeling of abandonment
When there is nothing left to say
Of the unspoken
