Turn to Cry - Acollective

No, I never heard her sing

Never wondered why

No, I never meant a thing

Never even tried

No, she never changed my ways

Just watched them swirling by

I was so tired but never went to bed

There was always too much time

We had a fast car for a steady pace

We had to jump start, what was never dead

And silver linings everywhere, apart from her crystal eyes

Why they turn out oh-so-fair before they turn to cry?