A Crumpled Invitation
A crumpled invitation
Don’t know from whom it came
Untouched for a week or so
Dust-covered shame
Why should I care for something
Less important than what I’ve lost
I stumbled stone blind over wounds
Not realizing at what cost
My heart is pounding louder than an earthquake
My teardrops running faster than the waterfalls of pain
You left behind in good ol’ home
Nearby the forest of the gnome
The mailbox full of letters
Newspapers on the porch
A savaged paper garden
And I ain’t got a torch
Why should I care for something
Less important than what I’ve lost
I stumbled stone blind over wounds
Not realizing at what cost
My heart is pounding louder than an earthquake
My teardrops running faster than the waterfalls
Oh, the sorrow’s growing bigger than a mountain
And the nights are getting colder than the icicles of pain
You left behind in good ol’ home
Nearby the forest of the gnome
Lately it’s been quiet here
Except for the sound of falling rain
From this cloud hanging over the roof
Since the day you left me in pain
I believed I’d never fail
Now I’m afraid to pull the strings
After all I must admit
I’ve lost control over the run of things
My heart is pounding louder than an earthquake
My teardrops running faster than the waterfalls
Oh, the sorrow’s growing bigger than a mountain
And the nights are getting colder than the icicles of pain
You left behind in good ol’ home
Nearby the forest of the gnome
A crumpled invitation
A letter with a name
Didn’t see the wood for the trees
Now I’m going down in shame
