Letters (A) [Uncut, As It Was Intended]

These are blurry days indeed

I almost made it here in piece(s)

Is the doctor in the house

I've got to find a way to see him

And don't you worry

That irony's not lost on me, dear

And another thing

I've got this awful ringing in my ears

And pain in the pit of my gut

That hasn't given up for years

Oh, wait... I'm sorry

You're not that kind of doctor

Are you

Hush now

Tell me your problems, my friend

I'm here to see what I can do for you

For you I will make those mountains visible again

But I cannot move them for you

Unless, of course, your insurance pulls through

And we know just how that song and dance normally

Hey

Every phrase, every word

Every letter has been wrong up until now

Prayers and vows meant nothing within you after all

So where will you go, and what will you do

There's nobody falling after you

So take it away, the spotlight is on

Isn't that what you wanted

Isn't it

Say something

I guess E's left you speechless, huh

I hope you see what you've become

The greatest among the Smallest Ones

And the color faded from that height

It really has become that black and white

How you'll learn wrong from right now

But right now you've run out of

Time is not on your side anymore

You and you alone have closed the door

"Home is not a home with thrEE (Or more)"

How could E say that?

You know I love the both of you the same, dears

Every word we say can't be held

Under the microscope after all these years...

Can they

I've never known such quiet

From the loudest souls

Aching for a chance to speak their peace

Here's the string, just tie it

The fee to pay the tolls

Stake the claim for your release