But sometimes every word has been used,
and there is nothing left to do
but hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.
------- From "Sweet Arms of a Tune" by Missy Higgins
When the evening shadows lengthen, when the rest of the world goes quiet and the soft sea-breeze gathers courage and whispers through the curtains, I wait for your name.
We play the long game, you and I. Maybe I will know your name, and maybe you and I will know what to say. We know the rules. And so I wait.
When darkness settles, when the flickering flames do their ghostly dance and the song that is buried in every movement comes alive, I wait for your name.