On papers scattered in my room
In journals and diaries underneath my bed
In a whisper I made outside beneath the moon
In my heart locked away behind walls
In memories and thoughts that slipped away
In lines in a song I once heard
Are all the things I couldn't say...
In a moment outside in the dark
In lines after lines I wrote in despair
In crumbled up papers with sealed tears
In books with all the pages, I teared
Should have always told you how I felt
Don't have anyone but myself to blame today
Now all that I hear in the silence that remains
Are all the things I couldn't say...
And it's too late now
There's no time left anymore today
All I can hear in the silence that we make
Are all the things I couldn't say...


