There's nothing left but Writing on the wall As I sat waiting For the other shoe to fall And now here we are Wondering in vain If I ever dare to speak Your name. When you left, The seasons all stood still You were my friend, my lover But that was until: You walked away- Without saying where you'd go Now no one knows if The truth, we'll ever know. The writing found Encompassed what you said You were searching for unanswered Questions in your head And no one can read Just what you meant to me But if these walls could talk They'd see it so clearly. There's nothing left but Writing on the wall As I sat waiting For the other shoe to fall And now here we are Wondering in vain If I ever dare to speak Your name.