Silent Partner
The sun broke through the leaves on the trees
And lit the graves in the cemetery.
We walked for hours reading the names
And we made up their histories.
You said "Isn't it sad when a grave is left unattended to decay".
With a hundred words in the back of my throat I just said "Maybe".
So let the church bells ring.
Each note dances on the grave of our conversation.
Oh, every word I choose, every sentence I build.
Oh, laid end to end, this building's condemned.
These are the terms of a silent partner.
We continued in silence through the cemetery.
You couldn't look at me. You couldn't look at me.
But some words are hard to say
When they're not written down or put to a melody.
What I wanted to say was death doesn't frighten me
When I'm faced with this certain beauty.
So I'll scrimp and I'll save all the money I make
To reserve my place in the Pere Lachaise.
So let the church bells ring.
Each note announces the spring of our conversation.
Oh, every word I choose, every sentence I build.
Oh, laid end to end, this building's condemned.
These are the terms of a silent partner.
In the midnight blooms a flower only few will see.
Please be patient with me.
Oh, every word I choose, every sentence I build.
Oh, laid end to end, this building's condemned.
These are the terms of a silent partner.
These are the terms.
