Let's talk a bit and then let's talk again
About the same thing twisted to the left
Then twist it to the right and with some pain
Write down the things of which we are bereft.
And then let's chat about that thing some more
And try to see exactly who we are,
And why sometimes to talk is such a bore
And silence is the better course by far.
I speak to you the depths of my desire,
You mention that the sky's a little grey
I try to use my words to light a fire
But end up with just petty things to say.
And so we talk in circles all day long
And never know or understand what's wrong.
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