I sat out on the wooden steps
The sky turned a heavy shade of grey
I had so much to tell you
But the paper is getting soft now
The pen skips across the page
Like it is afraid of the weather
Now the ink is running down
(Running down, falling slow)
Bleeding into the dark soil
Everything I meant to say
Is washing away in the rain
I wore your heavy wool coat
The sleeves are still far too long
I wrote about that one summer
And how your eyes looked in the Sun
But the water finds every word
And turns the blue into a mess
Now the ink is running down
(Running down, falling slow)
Bleeding into the dark soil
Everything I meant to say
Is washing away in the rain
Maybe the roots will read it
Deep down where it is finally quiet
It is better than a cold mailbox
Where things just sit and wait
(Wait for hands that won't come)
Now the ink is running down
(Running down, falling slow)
Bleeding into the dark soil
Everything I meant to say
Is washing away in the rain
The page is white and empty again
Just the smell of wet earth
(Washing away)
The garden knows it all now