Nothing left to talk about
Nothing left to say
It's not that I forget them
They just got lost along the way
Sometimes I have to wonder
While I lay beneath the sky
Sometimes my mind just wanders
And still I wonder why
Are they happy where they're sleeping?
Are they happy when they're not?
Are they happy with the things they have?
And the things they haven't got
I still think of them a lot
I still think of them a lot
Nothing left to hold onto
Nothing that remains
Is there something left to do?
Thoughts carved into my brains
Sometimes I have to let go
When I lay down to sleep
Sometimes I just want to know
How they judged their faith in leaps
Are they happy where they're sleeping?
Are they happy when they're not?
Are they happy with the things they have?
And the things they haven't got
I still think of them a lot
I still think of them a lot
It's not the first time
And it won't be the last
There will always be another time
But the time's already passed