They don't talk about it,
too much to think about it.
They don't talk about it now,
never could address it,
things were such a mess,
they can't address it now.
Water flows beneath the bridge,
every drop slips through their hands,
every word becomes a wedge between the woman and the man,
they don't talk about it now.
They avoid each other's eyes,
live within their lies,
they avoid each other's eyes,
never could be straight, truth could always win,
and now they can't even think straight.
So they walk a crooked mile,
never in the other's shoes,
oh how I'd love to see them
smile,
but that's not the way they choose,
they just avoid each other's eyes.
They don't care about it,
they don't care no more,
cannot care about it now,
they are
not even angry, don't feel anything,
yes they feel nothing now.
So secure inside
their void,
won't own up to how they hurt,
don't even ever get annoyed,
just wash
their hands with the dirt,
oh they don't talk about it now.
Hearts have turned to stone,
emotion turned to rock,
their hearts have turned to stone,
they won't talk about it,
not even scream or shout,
just don't talk now.
In a world blown by the wind,
they are safe behind their door,
that won't let anybody
in,
and they venture out for more,
they don't talk about it now,
they don't talk about it,
cannot talk about it,
they won't talk about it now.