I end the conversation
I leave the way I came
Out onto a pavement
That is warm and fresh with rain
Thank you for your patience
I will never be the same
I end the conversation
I leave the way I came
Just inside the forest
There's a clearing in the trees
Kind of place a fool can go
So he can drop down on his knees
And scream the world don't understand him
It's just me and the breeze
Just inside the forest
There's a clearing in the trees
If time has been the instrument
Then death has been the place
That's been binding me in ether
That's been pressed against my face
But when you came I felt a feeling
I have struggled to replace
If time has been the instrument
Then you have been the place
And I want to dig like
A mole in the ground
I want to love
Like the sun burns
I want to remind myself
All that I found
So I end the conversation
Leave the way I came
Out onto a pavement
That is warm and fresh with rain
Thank you for your patience
I will never be the same
I end the conversation
I leave the way I came
