Missing Parts

Hello new other day I tried to disguise Old inner words Twisting them into lines Every time the same speech For a hush I used to dress Maybe I did too much Decorated absence At the dinner of future years Could have very little conversation Can't discern a smile from a shell So-called poets from the Fausts Nor my heroes from the ghosts All the time Hello new other day I tried not to try Distant wishes Now are forgotten Just said a heap of words That made up the silence Yes, mine they holler out So louder than me now At the dinner of future years Could have very little conversation Can't discern a smile from a shell So-called poets from the Fausts Nor my heroes from the ghosts All the time Good morning my old friend Maybe the last hello Is already passed And I didn't know But for the times they change What the clocks cannot gauge I bet my hopes with days I gamble my hopes That I can get over it Hello new other day I tried not to try To keep in touch To let you come first Just said a heap of words That made the silence up But mine they holler out So louder than me now