Better Left Unsaid

There's a moving haze that holds his head
of words that all go left unsaid
in darkened halls and passage ways.
He's not ignorant, he must be brave.
Stronger than a chainmail piece
this armour, like the eagle, is free.
But warm, no, it'll never keep me;
but it might keep me.
With eyes like those obsidian,
there's always gonna be someone.
But know there isn't much that I'd like more
than to be the one you're waiting for.
Something like a cloud clings;
cotton wool but not touching.
Oh, none could ever dim the glow.
There'd be miles to sleep but still I'd go.
Still I'd go.
Oh, I'd go.
No one could dim the glow.
Oh, you know I'd still go.
These countries they are wide and long
but fall inside a quiet song;
if you listen in the dead of night
you'll hear the whispers of the lover's fight.
And if you love me let me know.
There's probably days and days before I go.
Oh, you will leave and I will, too.
Still, my love is love when love is due.
Beneath the velvet canopy
no thought to how or where they've been.
No mind to when they have to go.
Oh, they speak the language lovers know.
Say I'd never loved at all,
never fell for Aphrodite's call,
never watched the rocks approach below;
there'd be miles 'til sleep and still I'd go.
Still I'd go.
Oh, I'd go.
The rocks approach below,
but you know I'd still go.