I yelled instead of singing the other day and it cost me my voice after only four songs. The next day, only a few hours later really, we had another gig at Punk Island. I don’t know how I sang four more songs.
I’d Say Nothing
I heard a distant rumbling and immediately thought of you.
If the end came before we had a chance to speak,
what would I say in my final moments?
Would I call out to you?
What would I say?
I’d say nothing
The bitter taste of loss would flood my mouth.
The tug of emptiness would stay my tongue.
And I would meet the end silent, scared and alone.
Stay with me.
And I’ll say nothing.