Sometimes I feel so strange
I speak more to the dearly departed
Some I knew well, others I did not
Is it so then that they are still alive
It seems they are just getting started
I had to ask one for permission
Another if I'm heading in the right direction
Is it that I hear only what I want to hear
Or is it that I only can truly listen
To those relieved of what we must bear?
I really want to know
Do you know my thoughts and sin?
If I bring you flowers will you tell me?
A picture and a tear as our eyes met again
Memories as shadows under a distant tree
People never seem to change
But you do now though the story is told
When I think of you I fill in the missing colors
When I discover all the spaces between us
Unspoken words, a bouquet I can now arrange