Her Song is Mine

I remember you were sitting there
With haunting eyes and jet black hair
That's almost as dark as that joke you told
About those violinists who are getting old

One day you sang a Song
And my ear sang along
I wish my voice could do the same
The years flew on by
The Song a fading flame

A lie?

A gentle heart, a smile that breaks the lull
A fleeting art I don't deserve to hold
Do you know I'm here?
Have I crossed your mind?
Would you hear a song of mine?
A song I made for you

She's talking through her teeth
And laughing nervously
Should I not have come?
Maybe it was wrong to wait and see

But then we'd talk and talk
You'd come in without a knock
Intimate and sure and true
Is it enough?

Can we see it through
I knew
Why'd you drift away?
I don't know what to say
I wish that you would stay

What did I see in her anyway?
Her Song completely fades

Living apart, I fight to shake my dull
Hardened heart, a piece to make the whole
It's no longer here
It's escaped my mind
Her old Song I cannot find
Hard to part, indifference takes a toll
I've found a start, appropriate the hole
Take the blood and tears
Mental strings entwine
Suddenly her Song is mine
Now that Song is mine