We Don't Speak Anymore

We don't speak anymore It's not that deep Or that shallow Maybe we could meet In the middle Balancing on train tracks As a matter of fact I think we could've been Holding each other's hair back Hurricane head in basin But you aren't ready to leave I promise to text back As long as you'd like that It's death till us part Through blue screens We can part any sea That surrounds us, Or compounds us Or threatens to cut any chord that connects us We don't speak anymore It's not that deep Or that shallow It's somewhere we'd just about stand in the middle I mean having a DMC I mean true reverie I mean my head on your heartbeat Your heart beating out of time Old times abandoned When we could scale any roof in South London