THE NEVER-PLAYED SYMPHONIES
(Morrissey-Whyte)

Reflecting from my death bed 
I'm balancing life's riches 
against the ditches 
and the flat, grey years in between 
all I can see are the never-laid
(that's the never-played symphonies) 

I can't see those who tried to love me
or those who felt they understood me 
and I can't see those who
very patiently 
put up with me 
all I can see are the never-laid
(the never-played symphonies) 

you were one
you meant to be one 
and you jumped into my face 
and laughed and kissed me on the cheek 
and then were gone 
forever? … not quite 

Black sky in the daytime 
and I don't much mind dying 
when there is nothing left 
to care for 
anymore 
just the never-laid 
(The never-played symphonies) 

you were one 
you knew you were one
and you slipped right through my fingers 
no, not literally, but metaphorically 
and now you're all I see 
…. as the light fades.