Sweet Nothing (Cowardice Season)

Does to ever make sense?
Does it ever get easier?
Do we hollow and bend?
Is it cowardice season here?
Will we have a day quite
As the memories say they were
If we always say smile
Smile for the camera?
All I have to give is sweet
And all I have to say is sweet nothing
Does the summer come slow?
Does the winter start pleasing?
If we’re over the notion
Its cowardice season here?
Carry or crawl
Do whatever comes easier
Because you’ll never be quite
All you ever did think you were
All I have to give is sweet
And all I have to say is sweet nothing
Is your city on fire?
Or is happiness souring?
Did you cover up hope?
Is calamity towering?
Will I ever repent
For this sorry old state of mind
That I could fight the good fight
But I’m wishing my hands were tied
Cos all I have to give is sweet
And all I have to say is sweet nothing
The end is in sight
If only that truth would hurt
But try as it might
It makes it all easier

words by R.D. Thomas