To get this lonely must have taken you years

Smoke and mirrors only pitched for deaf ears

You cry your tears like a boast

But it sounds like the size of a ghost

You still wait for someone to answer your question

That you asked once or twice and then never mentioned

"A life not lived hurts the most" is sewn on the lips of your ghost

There's more to this world than your secret

The wind and the tide roll right over it

You waited so long for an answer to your question

That you asked once or twice and then never mentioned