With us, It's in silence.
Most people talk,
yet we remain quiet.
Maybe I'm just no good at holding a decent conversation,
well I know that's bollocks,
as I can talk about anything!
Yet here we are,
sat silent in a train cart,
I don't think two people could sit further apart.
I'm staring out the window into the night,
yet it's my reflection that I see.
It's far too dark outside to view the scenery.
So I look at my reflection,
or for the tenth time read the sign on the wall.
We may as well be strangers,
We have hardly spoken at all.