Beyond the song that came before
Before the song that's still to come
A stillness comes, a stillness comes
There's still, still more to come
Back in the town where we were born
Just past the corner grocery store
Down littered pathways well explored
Across the garden and through the door
Inside a box under the floor
Tucked in a long-forgotten drawer
In letters written long before
In words that ask what words are for, what these dreams are for
The morning after the downpour
An unrequested last encore
In missives sent in semaphore
To friends you don't call anymore
Between the water and the shore
Beneath the skin, outside the core
Among the virgins and with the whores
The stillness sounds its silent roar
For bodies withered, wrinkled, worn
That faith and time cannot restore
Behind the eyes you once adored
Behind the eyes you once adored
Behind the eyes you once adored
Behind the eyes you once adored
After the fire, between the wars
Inside the mind that still keeps score
Of synchronies and metaphors of patterns you cannot ignore
'Cause there will be more, yes there will be more
All through her hair and in her pores
In folds of clothing well explored
She asks you, do you still want more?
Do you still want more?
Do you still want more?
Do you still want more?
Do you still want more?
Do you still want more?