Still - Jason Webley

Beyond the song that came before

Before the song that’s still to come

A stillness comes, a stillness comes

There’s still, still more to come

Back in the town where we were born

Just past the corner grocery store

Down littered pathways well explored

Across the garden and through the door

Inside a box under the floor

Tucked in a long-forgotten drawer

In letters written long before

In words that ask what words are for

What these dreams are for

The morning after the downpour

An unrequested last encore

In missives sent in semaphore

To friends you don’t call anymore

Between the water and the shore

Beneath the skin, outside the core

Among the virgins and with the whores

The stillness sounds its silent roar

For bodies withered, wrinkled, worn

That faith and time cannot restore

Behind the eyes you once adored

Behind the eyes you once adored

Behind the eyes you once adored

Behind the eyes you once adored

After the fire, between the wars

Inside the mind that still keeps score

Of synchronies and metaphors of patterns you cannot ignore

'Cause there will be more, yes there will be more

All through her hair and in her pores

In folds of clothing well explored

She asks you, do you still want more?

Do you still want more?

Do you still want more?

Do you still want more?

Do you still want more?

Do you still want more?