Words without regret
And meanings lost in dialect
And loveless prose cried out instead
Of saying what we wished we could have said

And how we both were moved
To this vicious place we never knew
I would give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover

Still, a silence grows
Like a child of passionless pedigree, all alone
Our wounds still resonate
From echoing voices, too painful to sustain

And how we both were moved
To this vicious place we never knew
Can I give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover?