Nothing More

The storm outside the house
shakes the walls like leaves,
but here inside this room,
silence rules the night,
and deep inside of me
a ghost plays violin.

We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.

I’m staring at the wall,
my mind so numb.
No emotions stir;
they have all gone,
and holding what we have
seems impossible.

We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.

You’re lying in the bed
next to me,
sleeping like a child,
but I’m still awake.
Maybe I’ll leave you here,
deep inside your dream.

We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.

We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.

So many words unsaid —
they all fade away.
The moments all are past;
too much came in between.
Now it’s far too late,
too late to explain,

so we say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.

So we say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.
We say nothing more,
nothing more;
we have nothing more to say.