You could write, you could think, you could have sex
You could leave your jewellery in a bowl beside the bed
Stare out the window, down the lawn to the lake
For as long as it takes
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the thing we don't say
Maybe love is the new maybe
I know what winter's about, too many nights, not enough days
I watch the birds fly south and, no, I don't wave
The last words out of my mouth, "Stay out of my way"
Now I'm in a wrong place
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the thing we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe love is the new maybe
Maybe love is the new maybe
Maybe love is the new maybe