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Maybe...
I have no emotion for you,
I've nothing to give to you at all.
As my life comes and one day goes,
I'll wait for you on a brae near the sugarloaf.
I'm sure I'll be there,
well... maybe...
Don't set your watch by me,
because I'll let you down... maybe.
And what do you want me to say when theirs no sound?
The space in between,
void and stale,
as the soul of shale.
What do you want now?,
what do you need?.
For I'm sure that it's not me,
as I'm to old, frayed and lazy.
No emotion for...
theirs nothing within your eyes.
What did we lose along the way?,
our life will come and go one day.
And what do we say when theres nothing to be said?,
what do we do when its over?.
I can't remember can you?,
any love at all.
I'm not thinking of us,
yet I'm thinking of you,
and what I found back then -
all gone now...
I'll wait for you to come again,
on that peacefull brae...
Maybe I'll let you down... maybe, one day.
