One Night's Madness

The pen only works hard at night. Underneath the shadow of this room's light.
So many small pictures and phrases falling quick, pieces of me left in this book to sit.

Will I ever see you again.
Will I find an end to our meaning.
I want to go back a page or two. To see if I can find the truth.

Leave me without the answers.
You could have save me without hands.

Still the hand only works hard at night. Underneath the shadow of this room's light.
So many small pictures and phrases falling quick, pieces of me left on the wall to drip.

Will I ever see you again.
Will I find an end to our meaning.
I want to go back a page or two. To see if I can find truth.

Leave me without answers.
You could have saved me without hands.
Leave me without answers.
You couldn't save me from these hands.