All Go to Waste

You stand in my hallway
Something on your mind
I smile, give a hand, say "come this way"
But you just look resigned
Dressed in the colours of the sea
The grey day wrapped about your face
And I know just how much you're aware
That it might all finally go to waste And I don't mind letting go with you
I don't mind letting you see through You sit in my armchair
Talking softly to me
Sending sweet messages through the air
Letting it all go free
Dressed in the textures of white mist
The twilight draped about your face
But I know how much you're still aware
That it might all finally go to waste And I don't mind letting go with you
I don't mind letting you see through You lie stretched out on the bed
Eyes open and still
Wishing nothing in your head
Except that all will be well
Dressed in the shapes of the wind
The moonlight dabbed upon your face
And I'm so glad to know you don't care
That it might all finally go to waste dn I don't mind letting go with you
I don't mind letting you see through

by Peter Brown  © Chinta Music, 1981