Unsaid - Lenka

She opens the window and her lungs, got to get some air\nHe loosens his collar, he sinking down into the chair\nTable clear but a half-drunk wine\nThey’re not here never got the time\nNo one gives any peace of mind no more\nAll day long it’s the same damn thing\nGet so close but they’re ships passing\nNo ones' got any news to bring no more\nYou can hear, you can feel\nAll the words unsaid\nThey could heal, make us see\nA future not an end\nAll the words unsaid\nAll the words unsaid\nShe’s cracking crockery, you could cut this air with a knife\nHe’s hoping for silence, he wants to save this little life\nYou can hear, you can feel\nAll the words unsaid\nThey could heal, make us see\nA future not an end\nAll the words unsaid\nStuck inside your head\nSo much left unsaid\nSpit it out\nSo much left unsaid\nAll the words unsaid\nYou can hear, you can feel\nAll the words unsaid\nThey could heal, make us see\nA future not an end