We used to talknEnough to fill an ocean full of sailors nwho were going to some undiscovered placennAnd we talkednabout a storm that's growingnbut we'd survive it knowing nwe'd keep each other safennLike the waves that wash away the footprints on the shorenWe used to talk a lotnbut we don't talk much anymorennWe used to talknenough to fill a million booksnwith page after page of inspirational thoughtnnAnd we talkednabout all the scenarios nwhere we could be the heroesnavenging evil plotsnnIt's what we don't expect and what we choose to ignorenWe used to talk a lotnbut we don't talk much anymorennHow longncan these conversations go onnbefore the inspiration is gone?nnEven Atlantis sunk into the ocean floornWe used to talk a lotnbut we don't talk much anymorennWe used to talknhow in a hundred yearsnwe would still be sitting herenjust chattering our bonesnnBut we're notnI'm sitting here in silence nand though I have triednit is hard to talk alone...