How Could They Know

[instrumentals and vocalisations]

How could they ever know
That there were love letters written to them
Eyes long looking at them
Nights spent heavy with their absence

How could they ever know
That there were pages left white for them
Beds left made for them
Leaves of grass
All uncrushed because of them

But how could they evеr ask
For a voice to ask for them
Of the shapе, of the memory of them
Or for the sun to rise for them
Tomorrow