The Lost Years

Everyone was laughing in the lost years

Clinking glasses on the inside of the windows

And the air was spilling out onto the street

We were walking through the darkness in the lost years

And it only made it harder to be close instead of farther

To witness all the ways we couldn't breathe

At first I pounded doors

And I begged to be let in

Beseeched them not to leave us all behind

But it didn't bother them

It was an inconvenient thing

And it was easier to say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

Conversations wove in the lost years

At first so carefully, then carelessly

Around the things unsayable, unknowable

Pretending not to see

Absolutes and lines became negotiable

The ones who couldn't chance it were disposable

And the plan to solve it all was drifting out of reach

At first I pounded doors

And I begged to be let in

Beseeched them not to leave us all behind

But it didn't bother them

It was an inconvenient thing

An it was easier to say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

Say a slow goodbye

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind

I wonder if someday you'll change your mind