John

A spectator, a spectre Wrote it out in a letter Begging your affection Praying it gets better Tell me can you hear it now? Think it over, think it out Was it ever really worth the risk? The things you like, the things you miss Growing tired but not of this The hope I had, the hope I missed Tell me can you hear it now? Think it over, think it out Not a care in the world and free once more One thought left of you, washed up on the shore