desolateness klarchen And this is how it is. To be sitting in this room. With four walls, a piano, And a glass of water. And this is what it is like. To be rehearsing what I want to say to you. Over and over again, this fading song. If you could hear its truth, you would know. And this is what I know. I know that the sound will live in that echoing place inside of me until I see you again. When our eyes focus, that song will tell the truth as it bursts forth. And the silence will be broken. And this desolateness will break. 000624 ... Brad desolation? 000625 what's it to you? who go blather from