Language or the Kiss - Emily Saliers
    I don't know if it was real or in a dream

    Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been
    There was a table set for six and five were there
    I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
    And there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
    Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
    But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision
    And I choose most of your life goes on without me
    Oh the fear I've known
    That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own
    All I've sown was a song
    But maybe I was wrong

    I said to you the one gift which I'd adore
    The package of the next 10 years unfolding
    But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored (I'd be bored)
    Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding
    When we last talked we were lying on our backs (lying on our backs)
    Looking at the sky through the ceiling (looking at the sky, looking through the ceiling)
    I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
    Trying to read the Greek upon the stars
    The alphabet of feeling
    Oh I knew back then
    It was a calling that said if joy then pain
    The sound of the voice these years later
    Is still the same

    I am alone in a hotel room tonight
    I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
    Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
    And I'm working through the grammer of my fears
    Oh mercy (mercy) what I won't give
    To have the things that mean the most not to mean the things I miss
    Unforgiving the choice still is
    The language or the kiss


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