What I said before, I meantnWhat I mean I don't knownCan't decide what to saynAs you're moving for the doornnShadows pass me bynLike anything I've triednCan't compare, can't comparennBurning candles, ill at easenBurning days in the breezenIn the halflight of your roomnI can feel it, cold and bluennIt's better left unsaidnThere's dialogue enoughnGrowing restless, laying stillnnI thought I'd lost her bony handnI could feel shame like any mannBut in the darkness of your tombnThe radio bleeds out of tunennIt's calling out for warnIt's calling out for shamenIt sings the name of residentsnGrowing ancient, dying youngnnWhat I said before, I meantnWhat I mean I don't knownCan't decide what to saynAs you're moving for the doornnShadows pass me bynLike anything I've triednCan't compare, can't compare