Our last conversation

Died quietly on the line

Somewhere between

"I miss you" and "goodbye"

In a home I can't remember

I stood and watched

It turned darker

This is the same night

For all the bad feelings

That I can't pin

And all the wrecked memories

They drag in

This is the same night

This is the same night

Guilt with its aftertaste of pain

Has come here repeating your name

Louder as the weather grows worse

Until it washes away my frail nerves

For all the bad moods

That I can't pin

And all the sad memories

They drag in

There is a twin

Trying to find a way in

From the womb to this room

I've been suffering

The same nightmare

There's no one out there calling trying to find a way

Trying to find a way back in

Trying to find a way

Trying to find a way back in