My head is so empty, but somehowit's still so full.It's filled with thoughts of nothing.But it's also filled with thoughts of everythingEvery thought comes all at once.I try to move on but these thoughts make it so hard.Hard for me to leave the past in the past.Hard for me to forget all the nasty things you did to me that night.Makes it hard for me to breathe without even just thinking you're there to stop me.In a way it's so poetic. How you're gone but yet still somehow have a say in every thought I have, every breathe I take, and every person I love.
I look into the pitch of the nightI don't know why it gives me such a fright...Is it cause that's where you first ran your fingers along my skin.Still that thought of us makes me feel so thinIt makes me feel as if I'm nothing but just some wind. You said you love me but I still don't see it. Please tell me if you know where it is, I just want to feel it.
I could snatch a day out of the late autumnAnd set it trembling like forgotten springs,There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shiningAnd flying shadows cast by flying wings.I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,Waiting for nothing at all.
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing -- too loud?But -- I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try me --Just -- once -- more --Just -- see -- if I troubled them --But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the GentlemanIn the "White Robe" --And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked --Could -- I -- forbid?