You had so much time to say
What was going on
Stealing words between the songs
Silence filling up
No space to find my tongue
The more I live the more I learn
Everything has just begun
Every trace that slips away
So much less of you each day
I can't wait to get back there
In time hollow out my head
To make it rhyme
This fictional romance for me
I've got no time to read
What is going on
Stealing chapters writing songs
Words are filling up
But the space seems empty
The more I write
The lеss I have to say
Anything
I've got no time to work it out
This momеnt doesn't seem enough
What was going on
Stealing words between the songs
Silence filling up
No space to find my tongue
The more I live the more I learn
Everything has just begun
Every trace that slips away
So much less of you each day
I can't wait to get back there
In time hollow out my head
To make it rhyme
This fictional romance for me
I've got no time to read
What is going on
Stealing chapters writing songs
Words are filling up
But the space seems empty
The more I write
The lеss I have to say
Anything
I've got no time to work it out
This momеnt doesn't seem enough
( Horace Pinker )
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