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