'I've seen it all
I've seen it all now
I've seen it all,
I've seen it all now I swear to god
I've seen it all nothing shocks me anymore after tonight
I've seen the light but not the kind I would have liked'
What’s best left unsaid? A speaker spent, a listener left with regrets in his stead. What’s best left unsaid? Held tongues relate a bitter taste when prone to reminisce. What’s best left unsaid? In a life of loss, silence can cost you more than you expect. What’s best left unsaid? Anamnestic but recipient absent, the circuit’s dead.
As we live linear lives, unidirectional, towards an inevitable end we make everything explicit.
That’s how we left it, unsaid.
I'm at a loss for words.
we treat mishaps like sinking ships
and i know that i do not want to be out to drift
well i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips and,
they both tell me that we're better than this
i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips and,
i'm very sorry
This song is inadequate and we all know it
In absence of an actual it’ll do
I’ll always have this sound
A semblance of a soul
(music)
A semblance of a soul cast in stereo
Just a piece of you
Perfectly indelible
Permanently audible Inadequate in absence of you.