I remember days when the sun was bright
And the winds would change every minute or so...

When it breaks my heart to put down in words
Why I have never packed away my memories of you...

Never ceasing to pound and pound
Against the walls of my withheld heart...

What sound does a piano make
When I play its broken keys...

Lying on the hardwood floor
Listening to the gentle touch...

Yesterday between blue lines I dreamt of love
Imagine that, these words of love...