Yeah... some absences just take up too much space... She is silence... dressed in a memory that stings. An echo in the chest... the chaos where peace withers its wings. She needs no voice... the gesture that never came screamed it all, Her silence... left my world deaf and blind to the call. It’s a heavy absence, a scent that time won't erase, A trail of smoke... a wound that the soul must embrace. I step into the street, feel the cold and the weight of the load, Your absence is the desert... a mirage on this lonely road. It’s that song on the radio that makes me slam on the brakes, I close my eyes... feel the grip and the bitter taste it wakes. Every verse talks about us... ...no one will understand, It’s a fire that consumes us... burning in a hidden land. You’re the pause between the notes, a muse that reason can't explain, The mystery that kills me... but the mark that shall remain. My deepest secret... You dance in my thoughts... over the stones of my street, The light that divides time... where memories and shadows meet. In the morning coffee... or in the middle of the day... It’s the silence that remains... the longing that won't go away! You're here... even when you're not. You don’t solve the mystery... you just learn to live with the chill, Like the stones on the street... like the cold against my will. The silence stays... the mark is deep... The secrets that we used to keep. Only the silence remains... [guitar echo] A trail of smoke, a mirage, a fire, a ghost! You’re the pause... between the notes... The mystery remains... and so do I.
