Of All The Things

Of All The Things - In Praise Of Folly

My days are gone now

My days are passing

By my window

Into to tomorrows

Time has taken

Them away

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Your silence kills me

Your silence is passing

Through my senses

It's to my knowledge

You've forgotten

Us again

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me

Of all the things you don't say

Of all the things you just don't tell me