I Miss The Days

I ask you "why" As he sends you a text... And why is it you offer no words, Just bow your head in silence? Should I believe that you truly love me, Refusing a quick, easy line? Or should I see what you're trying to hide: That you've already stepped over the line? I want to ask why I’m no longer the one Who can make you smile like before... So why do I force a bitter little grin And say I understand once more? Pride always holds us back, you see, Twisting the path where love should go. We pretend we know, just because we fear The naked truth we already know... 'Cause the shame of the truth is harder to bear Than the loss of a hand to hold. I miss the days when we shared everything, I miss the days when we dreamed out loud. I miss the quiet after an argument, When I still felt the urge to hold you close and proud. I remember that birthday, I remember that song, I remember that starry night up above... My right hand holding you tight to my chest, Feeling your warmth, feeling your love. Who still remembers? And who has let it go? The room grows still in the dim jazz light, As the piano softly sighs. I trace the lines of a lingering shadow Reflected in your eyes. No need to shout, no grand parade, Just the truth settling in the room. A quiet end to a golden age, Fading away in the evening gloom. I want to ask why I’m no longer the one Who can make you smile like before... So why do I force a bitter little grin And say I understand once more? Pride always holds us back, you see, Twisting the path where love should go. We pretend we know, just because we fear The naked truth we already know... 'Cause the shame of the truth is harder to bear Than the loss of a hand to hold. I miss the days when we shared everything, I miss the days when we dreamed out loud. I miss the quiet after an argument, When I still felt the urge to hold you close and proud. I remember that birthday, I remember that song, I remember that starry night up above... My right hand holding you tight to my chest, Feeling your warmth, feeling your love. Who still remembers? And who has let it go? I force a smile... and say I understand. I force a smile... and let go of your hand.