Abbey

Rain begins to fall outside the stone abbey
a backdrop upon which umbrellas parade.
I'm basking in the gloom that permeates this room.
How can you lose something you never had to begin?

Set the mood with weather so cold and gray,
rain collects and pours down gutters and drains.
The waitings agony that leaves today to me.
How can you lose something you never had to begin?

4 a.m. has come again so quickly,
staring at the keys, and I don't know what to do.
Lightning rods, a flinch of inspiration,
a thought, a word, I know the meaning
a clue.

I don't understand at all.
I don't understand at all.

Knocked a pane of glass out of my front window,
that broke against the ground two stories below,
to return to sand again,
that's how it's always been.
How can you lose something you never had to begin?

How can you lose something you never had to begin? (x2)
So long!
How can you lose something you never had to begin?
So long, so long!