She became masterful at mending seams
Tearful, clutching, gasping underneath

He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing

Every day she's mending more seams
Dresses pile upon the others waiting

He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing

What was once is by and gone
Scraps linger untold
Time may mend them on their own
Her life is hers alone

He sits down very silently
And pours himself a fresh glass of nothing