The Words

The Words

Mahyar


Shiver through the fever

Silence of the trees

Chasing woes of my weary soul

Blight of the leaves


Rest from your trouble

Lay while you wait

Dream something beautiful

Fill these blank pages with rue, each one


Patient you stayed by my side for years

I know I owe you more than I have

Given the words that will make you leave

There's nothing left here, no one to save


How we share this hopeless devotion

Passing the hours as if they were days

And I won't breathe until it's over

No turning back here, no final escape


Bide here for the closing, fearless by the sea

Time to let go of what always' been there

Peacefully


Struck by your silence

Drenched in my doubt

Numb from the burning cold

Tear out the pages

Change what I said

Mend my wrong


Patient you stayed by my side for years

I know I owe you more than I have

Given the words that will make you leave

There's nothing left here, no one to save


How we share this hopeless devotion

Passing the hours as if they were days

And I won't breathe until it's over

No turning back here, no final escape

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