silence | I'm sure this silence means nothing Just like all the ones before It's the weeks before christmas And our lives go on And we're just to busy to call But I can't help myself When love is on the line I have to worry overtime Until the love's no more And nothing is left But dreams of hate and ruin And I'm here alone, Just as I planned Waiting for the other shoe to drop So much good There must be bad Knocking at my door Then again I have no job So maybe now I'm finally poor. | 2001-12-07 |