Off And On Again

Darling, I'm sorry I break just like a wheel
Was it supposed to be like this?

Off and on again
Here and gone again

Now your hands are folded on the table
Wanting for affection
Mine are feigning busy in the sink
And I'm afraid to look back at this strange and geometric landscape
And the weather changes every time I blink

All this time I've been just like a ghost to the silence
Now so speechless that it paused and turned
As if it almost heard me
As if it almost heard me speak