Lost Overtures

Christine Fellows

What's too true about those words that you knew
That you'd never right quite right
What's too clear, too simple, too near
Makes you lay awake all night

What's in the pace of a day
Lost overtures
Drag our feet around
We long to be near
Always aware of the spaces between us
Lie still and listen to the hiss and the crackle

Just like clockwork we decide
All these little known facts ring false
Turn the light off
Go on home
Absence serves you well

What's in the pace of a day
Lost overtures
Drag our feet around
We long to be near
Always aware of the spaces between us
Lie still and listen to the hiss and the crackle

What's in the pace of a day
We can't unwind
Drag out feet around
We can't decide
Always aware of the spaces between us