Lost

Though I try to win your heart,
I just can't find the way.
Though I wish to tell you so much,
I don't have the words to say.

Though the tides of warmth and love
Sweep my heart along,
I cannot write one letter, one note,
Much less one song.

The darkness,
the coldness of night,
Upon my heart grows long.
And the noise of nothing surrounds us,
The sounds of an imaginary throng.

But it's not the sound of shouts,
or skirmishers into the fray.
It's neither the night nor the darkness,
But the silence that's in our way.