Even the words I never said still linger on and on now

Written in the cold, deep silence at the edge of my desk

If the unfinished rest of that letter on my desk could become a paper plane

With all my strength, I would throw it past the red sunset, out of sight

Sewing together these painful zigzag memories

The whole huge sky swallowed down the crimson painted clouds

Bleeding with all hope lost with a broken back I pierce the wide sky above

Deep in pain, screaming out loud with a voice that is being born

The same old excuses over and over, again and more

My tiny trembling hands pressed tightly over my ears

Filling my torn, empty pockets up with precious broken old promises

Turning invisible, lonely chasing after your escaping

With my eyes gone cold like a tiny fossil buried in ancient stone

Every cruel truth I learn just breaks apart right in my hands

Sewing together these painful zigzag memories

The whole huge sky swallowed down the crimson painted clouds

With a broken back I silently draw my prayers across the darkened sky

Now calling your wandering name with a trembling, bleeding voice that is being born

Jagged pieces of accidental moments on the floor

The whole huge sky swallowed down the crimson painted winds

When the heavy silence falls on this world, the bending sunset seeks a heart

Hiding all the pain inside, and starts to walk back to that place someday