You knock down my door
Standing there frozen.
Mumbling excuses
For the things you have chosen.
You always were wild.
You were chaos in motion.
I was your anchor.
Or was it deadweight emotion?
All of the waiting
All the debating
Makes a perfect circle of logic.
You're disappearing
And all that I'm hearing
Is poetry I can't understand.
Don't speak to me in a dead language.
With words I'll never know.
Don't speak to me in a dead language.
With words piled like the walls of Jericho.
You seek me out
To tell me you can't be bothered any more.
Is it rage or indifference
That keeps you standing at my door?
The more that I pull back
From the hints and allusions
The closer you draw in
Using words as illusions.
All of the waiting
All the debating
Breaks the perfect circle of logic.
You're disappearing
And all that I'm hearing
Is poetry I can't understand.
Don't speak to me in a dead language.
With words I'll never know.
Don't speak to me in a dead language.
With words piled like the walls of Jericho.