Each time that I hold the dice, the numbers fade, and leave their marks in my hands, where the chalk and dust remain

But lines can be read like notes, she said I'd leave for Spain

She couldn't know that city's light from the marble she gave me

Some would ask for more, fooled in the silence

Cast the stone down and doubt what they saw, just to follow the siren

cs she moved on, and passed through the crowd, she carried our hearts out

It's true that some words are lost, because you chose not to hear them.

The hour of two years had marked new lines on her face, but passed me by in the dark, my hands hadn't changed

With a crayon and pen from a can, she drew a map of Spain

I still have it now, with a letter white but the markings have faded

Some would ask for more, fooled in the silence

Cast the stone down and doubt what they saw, just to follow the siren

cs she moved on, and passed through the crowd, she carried our hearts out

It's true that some words are lost, because you chose not to hear them