Leaving, but never far enough   like a ship caught in the bay   and what is it we don't do well enough   and well make the fuckers pay   well show each other where it hurts   and clearing up the pieces when your gone   that were constantly afraid.   but the silence always stays   with the hand that rocked the babe      the silences and formlessness is gone   well forgive each other what is done   there's no one we could blame   there's something in the way   and neither side is sure enough to move   were suffering the same   and still for all the wisdom that we've got      And silently we fade..   Buried in the work what never ends   And we walk on.. on..