"unspoken"

Head full of secrets
But what do they say?
You’ve got the time but
I’ve got the pay

So much to do when
I’m not with you and
We get older
I want the sun, I
Want the sweet
Spot in your shoulder

I want to speak but there’s
Nothing to say
Go tell the clouds that
I’ve come to stay
I’ll save this muse for
Another day
In this cliché when
The pen’s so far away
So far away

So much to do when

I’m not with you and
We get older
I want the sun, I
Want the sweet
Spot in your shoulder

And now I feel
What I know is real
It’s right before me
There’s a mess of me
And it’s ready for you
And we’re not sorry

A caveman woke up
And he went out
Felt rain on his head
And all throughout
Wondered if this is
What life’s about
We’re all so human
Out of the drought
Out of the drought

an original song written for our band, "avian bungle," to play at saturday's battle of the bands. whoever invented bandnamemaker.com is a genius.