Almost a year in, I thought I felt better
We walked through the forest together
Not a sound from the moss or the dirt
But our actions spoke words
And I could not look in your eyes
And you could not look in my eyes
For such sorrow crept into our minds
The beginning of grey in your hair and the lines on my face
Carved by stress in the years
My doubts and my fears
The silence did all of our speaking
Do you remember the rapture we had?
Oh you poor thing, you gentle soul
You left the flowers on the table
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
For all that I did to you
For all that I put you through
When my spirits fell with the night
You left me alone in my room for awhile
Just as when I was a bride
Had nothing changed the whole time?
And I looked in the mirror and something inside me said
One should be all dead when one is half dead
Oh darling, darling
Have you ever understood?