You are ahead by a century With revenge and doubt First thing we'd climb a tree And maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently And listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday Cast in a golden light No dress rehearsal

She was the only one Does heaven have enough angels yet? Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak

Love-hate-sex-pain It's complicating me sometimes This love-hate-sex-pain Is underestimating life In this life I'm me Just sitting here alone By the way I tried to say I'd be there Walk the silent emptiness