I know everything there is to know
he knows nothing - I know so much more
and yet I'm forgetting and he's learning, I'm sure
It's like knowing a language that nobody speaks
or building a house where no one will live
it's the work of a lifetime that no one will read
I remember when we used to sit
and a silence would be so complete and so sweet
you're here with me for an instant each morning
when I'm waking confused and yawning
it's the cruellest trick played - and the world's played a few
and yet every night I look forward to it, too
I remember when we used to sit
and the silence would be so complete and so sweet