Your voice a soothing sip of medicine
For sight and sound are all that I have left
And though my lips stay fixed, I’m almost sure
You hear what rises from my chest
Now that everything is backwards
Stuck behind a pane of glass
Wiser now than ever
Trekking on without a map
Time and time again I mislead
A heart which now I’d die to heal again
How long can love unspoken weather
This storm of silence in my bed?
Now that everything is backwards
Stuck behind a pane of glass
Wiser now than ever
Trekking on without a map
Hands are tied, the puzzle’s picked apart
I watch the picture ‘fore my eyes dissolve
I wonder now what happens at the end
Will grace offer its hand to us all?
As birds without wings dream of sky
Tonight finds none regretful as I
The better man I’ll be should I…