[00:00.57]They never wrote a word for missing time
[00:09.26]For joy that faded softly with the dusk
[00:17.69]They labeled fear but not its quiet mime
[00:26.16]Nor love that came in shadows faint and husk
[00:34.53]We made a dictionary of our own
[00:43.32]A glossary for grief that wouldnt cry
[00:51.53]A term for how it feels to be alone
[00:59.90]With memories that never said goodbye
[01:08.48]Theres no thesaurus for the ache of still
[01:17.06]No antonym for all the hopes we kept
[01:25.43]Yet words we wrote can hold what doesnt fill
[01:34.04]And speak of feelings time has only slept
[01:42.32]So keep a book for things you cant explain
[01:51.00]Some truths survive where language cant remain
