A whispered you Seeming veiled from views intent And hopeless dreams that lent These features that aspire Forever and forever To be what you are In monuments of parts and lines Whose seams are tired As if they might Show what's inside and see What is awaiting me It could shake me from my seat It's not too late It's not too late But you're quietly turning a page You're put away A listless smile Like a mistress filing blame It wilts back where it came Its impact never seen Never into never Like a broken piece That's a token least acclaimed But it's all that's saved And it's held on tight For what it might have seen You never came to me Just what you'd thought I'd need To lead me on To lead me on But like I was never playing along You had gone From me Voices surrounding me With sterile and costly sounds Voices surrounding me With sterile and costly sounds Voices surrounding me I don't know where you took me But I didn't want to leave What you are In monuments of parts and lines Whose seams are tired As if it might Show what's inside and see What is awaiting me It could shake me from my seat It's not too late It's not too late But like you're quietly turning a page You're put away Folderol