there's an uncomfortable silence
between two lover's eyes
when one knows something
the other denies
         ---
and maybe it's more
than just love or that letter
or words unsaid
that are keeping them together

i sit and watch them
walk in the garden
waiting for one word
that maybe he'll pardon

the letter's in my hand
with blood on the page
and i'm still unoticed
while she's smelling the sage

he leans over
and whispers into her ear
"you know the truth.
i'll always love you, dear."

she smiles and laughs
as she falls for the lie
yet i'm still here
waitng for the cold night sky

the letter was for me!
and the love was mine!
but he flew away from me
like a second in time...

and, oh, the pain!
that i felt deep down inside
with the letter in hand
and their death on my mind

the knife in my hand
the letter of demise
and a quiet nervous sigh
as the moon did arise

she looks over her shoulder
ah! the look in her eyes
as the blade did twinkle
in the twilight of the sky

she screams into the night
though it didn't last for long
and he yells out with fright
for he fears death's song

now her life has ended
as his is soon to be
and the blade comes down
but he grabs ahold of me

the sincere words he utters
i despise his voice
it drives me mad
i have no choice

he's silenced forever
with his love by his side
and relief rolls over me
like the sea at high tide

i walk away slowly
a benign glimmer in my eye
with the knife in my hand
and the letter by my side
                ---
there's an uncomfortable silence
between two lover's eyes
when one is dead
and the other, alive...