All to hear
The ears ring
The wind blows
The pen scrapes the paper
The only connection
Is within
Within these words
Words only of our pasts
Our present futures
Where do they go to
My lovely
All to hear
The ears ring quietens
The wind blows louder
The pen pauses for breath
The only connection
Remains within
The ears ring
The wind blows
The pen scrapes the paper
The only connection
Is within
Within these words
Words only of our pasts
Our present futures
Where do they go to
My lovely
All to hear
The ears ring quietens
The wind blows louder
The pen pauses for breath
The only connection
Remains within
