Moonless nights are here again
a winter's breeze blows in the air
staring up at the sky, empty tonight
the beauty in them isn't there

hollow notes float around my head
but they don't fill me up inside
instead they push me further down
and encase me in a tomb alive

i use to know the reason for getting old
now it seems we're wasting away
little by little our hours grow short
and we run out of things to say

you ran out of patience
and i ran out of words
now the nest is spacious
without it's favorite love-birds

but all i can do is write
something you'll never read
so cheers to you
for breaking in two
and knowing they'll never meet