歌詞

Three white flowers

One folded note

A coat still warm

From being held too close

The room did not accuse me

It only kept its light

I placed every tender thing

On the table for the night

Not gone

Not kept

Just waiting

With nowhere left

I had words with clean edges

I had apologies dressed well

But love had changed addresses

And left no place to tell

Flowers without a doorway

Letters without a hand

Kindness without timing

Softness without a chance

I used to think arriving

Was proof I understood

But late is still late

Even dressed as good

No thunder

No sentence

No dramatic end

Just all this beauty

With nowhere to land

Not gone

Not kept

Just waiting

With nowhere left

No One to Give Them To