| I’m still not able to understand
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| I’m struggling here to deny it
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| For if I knew this was all we had
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| I wouldn’t have said goodbye then
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| It’s only water, no spirit broken
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| And all these things we’ve held on left unspoken
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| Still the thought’s enough to make me choke again
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| I had a friend who couldn’t sit still
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| He’d think until his hands began to spill things
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| Every morning he woke up
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| And never thought he’d done enough the night before
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| And its hard to break the habits that we make
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| But don’t you know that life could take it from you anyway
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| If I could say it again I’d make you remember when
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| All the things we shared were unimpaired by anything
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| The feeling’s not weathered out just yet
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| There’s no real way to describe it
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| In thinking of all the plans unmet
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| We’ve all been hardened to hide it
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| It’s only water, no spirit broken
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| And all these things we’ve held on left unspoken
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| Still the thought’s enough to make me choke again |