If You Leave It Alone

If I was the kind who was inclined to cry

I'd cry for the strings I cut loose

And I'd cry for the bridges I burned

Just to make myself a little room to move

Now I'm full up with lessons learned

And the days that I made just to throw them away

I'm closing all the curtains

I'm switching off the phone

And I took down all your cameras

And I opened the fridge

And hung from the hinges

With the eggs and the garlic

The cheese and tomatoes

The milk and the beer

The strings and the bridges of a brand new year

The first tear was a note and the note made a song

And I hung the song from the hinges of the door

Then I carried on just the same as before

And nothing got different

And nothing got changed

But a new tune gets sweeter and sinpler with age

If you leave it alone

It gets sweeter and simpler and softer

And slower and youger

The longer you leave it alone

So I wrote you anote and the note read

"There's so much good silence

In the emptiest heads"

I had tipped my mouth towards pillow-less beds

And poured out my brains and my guts into ears

And for each dear black sentence

A sheer lack of tears

No, I don't want those words back

I don't miss those years

But if I could hold your knees again

If I could kiss your toes

Kiss your ribs

Kiss your fingers

Maybe then baby then I could get light and then

I would be light