Love is everyones gossip to be heard in alleyways and bars
A notion of macabre jealousy erupts over my own life
Stillness digs the dirt from under my feet
For I hear the voids instead

The solitude of decisions yet to be made
The shapes and instruments to carve out rain
Are mine alone to keep
It seems I hear voids instead

To be loved is to be forgiven
Forgiveness granted in quiet woods and between brothers and sisters
Familial graves which light the way
I hear the voids
Still

Let the painbirds deliver their chirps
Let the craven feelings own my body
Let the voids drive their spikes into the chosen ones
Not cupids arrows
Not star-spangled promises
Only voids

Shouting down the stream of years
Those which have been
And those which will follow
It seems I'm running out of the latter