From the recording senses
SENSES
Bitter lips utter acrid words
Telling me of the day
In some other place, other world
Colored some shade of gray
Empty eyes see between the lines
Showing me where you lay
In some other bed, other sleep
A temporary stay
And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand
Unheeding ears are better deaf
Listening to you pray
To some other man, other god
Much to my dismay
And inept fingers feeling alone
Molding empty clay
In some other shape, other form
An amusing game you play
And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand
And my senses betray me
Tripping me once again
And my senses betray me
My patience is wearing thin
And my senses betray me
Killing me in the end
And my senses betray me
Over and over again
And you stand alone, in the absence of my love
Gave you everything and still it’s not enough
Wanting more than I’ve ever held in my hands
Leave in the way of ever shifting sand
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