Life Full of Holes

I see you so rarely.
I wonder why
each time we meet
more time has gone by.

The more that I live,
the more your love escapes me
in this life full of holes.

I once wrote you a love song.
I sung it on a stage,
but the words came out different.
They sounded strange.

The more that I sing,
the more my song escapes me
in this life full of holes.

Life full of holes:
another one
every morning,
another piece
of you missing,
I feel it without warning.
You’re gone
and I can’t think
what I’ve done:
there are no clues
to solve this riddle,
only little
pieces of oblivion.

I can’t remember
why you didn’t stick around.
I can’t remember,
as I walk through this town,
was it me or you
who let the other down?

I can see the church
where our wedding would have been.
I see them celebrating mysteries,
but I can’t go in

because we’re the greatest mysteries
I’ve ever come by
in this life full of holes.

in this life full of holes.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2008)

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