The Lost Years

Everyone was laughing in the lost years Clinking glasses on the inside of the windows And the air was spilling out onto the street We were walking through the darkness in the lost years And it only made it harder to be close instead of farther To witness all the ways we couldn't breathe At first I pounded doors And I begged to be let in Beseeched them not to leave us all behind But it didn't bother them It was an inconvenient thing And it was easier to say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind Conversations wove in the lost years At first so carefully, then carelessly Around the things unsayable, unknowable Pretending not to see Absolutes and lines became negotiable The ones who couldn't chance it were disposable And the plan to solve it all was drifting out of reach At first I pounded doors And I begged to be let in Beseeched them not to leave us all behind But it didn't bother them It was an inconvenient thing An it was easier to say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye Say a slow goodbye I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind I wonder if someday you'll change your mind