We Don't Talk About Them

Under a curtained sky she meets him
She's shared a room with his letters
We don't talk about them

And in a distant life her son wakes
His knuckles bruised and bleeding
We don't talk about them

She's coming back to life now
And screaming at her life now
If this is, if this is your goodbye

And in the night they come to visit
Their lights dance above her window
We don't talk about them

She's coming back to life now
And screaming at her life now
If this is, if this is your goodbye