Them Sounds On The Other End

Strange, Do You Think The Gods You Made
Are Watching All This
Even As We Grew Apart
Wasting Cords Without Blunt Words
We Both Thought We Had Said Or At Least
Wished We Had.

Make Them Up So
All In All And Nothing For Nothing
As We Were Never Ones For Accuracy
Even Our Lies Had Some Truth To Them
Naturally We Had To Keep The Lights On
To Reprise Our Youth Or You'd Condemn Me
Daily For Being Absentee While I'm Gone
It Was Always You That Cursed While I Spoke,
That Broke When I Wouldn't Appear
And Steered As We Walked

And Marianne, You Wonder Why I'd Rambled?
There I Didn't Mean To Be Mean
But I Was, Because I Can And I Will
When There Is Nobody Around To Hear
Strange, Do You Think The Gods You Made
Might Even Listen Too?

CK