The Worst Time - Solo

What is it my love?

What do you mean by go?

No I don’t know

The room holds its breath

Her cat is playing dead

I’m not a part of this

I’m just a figurehead

Do I hear a phone, who is calling me?

Through the walls of this home, it’s calling

Mounting a memory of somewhere I’d rather be

So what is this thought

I was thinking of

About leaving now and giving up

The worst time is when you’ve almost won

or you’ve almost lost

Silence’s a brute

When you’re awestruck and mute

It tears at the heart and it pulls apart

Before I raise tears and come again,

Something ‘bout loss, care and pain

A smile, for the ricochet, I’m bruising anyway

So what is this thought

I was thinking of

About leaving now and giving up

The worst time is when you’ve almost won

or you’ve almost lost

What is it my love?