The Misunderstanding

Well, we know where the true one lies And you can't say, it's our imagination Just because we cannot find the proof We've shared this thought for some considerable time It's increasingly unlike the rest For as we get older, we've become less aware Security lies at the heart of our lives Attaching ourselves to ourselves We're extinguished but we're still alive Misunderstood, but our intention is good We were not questioned on our replies It does you no good, though you think that it should And it would given half a chance If there's compassion in your hearts Now that you've seen enough We've given of our best, for God's sake you know Please, please, please, please, please, please, please Please can we go home, is this the time or place to say goodbye? Regardless, I'll find my final cue We'll sneak out the back door and close it