There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.
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Words I Couldn't Say
In a book in a box in the closet
In a line in a song I once heard
In a moment on a front porch late one June
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon
There it was at the tip of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tongue
There you were, and I had never been that far
There it was: the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away
[Chorus]
What do I do now that you're gone?
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
There's a rain that'll never stop falling
There's a wall that I've tried to take down
What I should've said just wouldn't pass my lips
So I held back, and now we've come to this
And it's too late now
[Chorus]
Are the words I couldn't say
I should have found a way to tell you how I felt
Now the only one I'm tellin' is myself
[Chorus]
What do I do, what do I say?
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say