Still Water (The Gift of Memory Loss)

Still water is much worse than the storms of before
When I was actually trying
To figure you out
It felt like moving somewhere

The time for questions is over
Your mind has gone away to some place
Where no one can reach you now
Your secrets are safe
We will not press you again

If you are waiting for me in heaven
And I am waiting for you in hell
Then surely we will not speak again
Surely we will not speak again

Still water is much worse than the storms of before
When you were actively trying
To block every word
You had such focus and passion

That time is over
It's little more than a dream that I have
When I am asking you questions
And you are blocking the answers
We dance like fools in the twilight

If you are waiting for me in heaven
And I am waiting for you in hell
Then surely we will not speak again
Surely we will not speak again