From the album Your Favorite Dress
Lyrics by: Dave Mountain, Pete Manning
Music by: Dave Mountain, Pete Manning
Sometimes it ends in a whisper
You're left with nothing to say
And other times it's something dramatic
You know you won't forget the day.
For us, there's nothing poetic
We shrugged and let it work out
There must have been some mistake
We're much too old to shout.
You did not write
I did not call
We said we felt fine
We really felt small
And you, you would have died.
Our distance grew
And with it, our pride
For all it mattered
We felt nothing inside
And you, you would have died.
This all just happens too often
Storm clouds hanging over my soul
If ever if I keep things quiet
And put a Band-Aid over my holes.
But you know weren't like that
We'd shrug and let love fly
There must have been some mistake
We're much too young to die.
I did not write
You did not call
We said we felt fine
We really felt small
I thought I would have died.
Our distance grew
And with it, our pride
For all it mattered
We felt nothing inside
And you, you would have died.
Would have died...
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