There's really not so much to tell.
She was 29, showing signs of doing well
for herself.
Verse 2
She never spoke of feeling sad.
Was, oh, so close with the family and friends
she had around her.
But she went quietly.
She didn't make a sound.
She went quietly
with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly
without a word of where.
´Forgetting is easier."
Verse 3
Years have fallen since the day
she wrote the note and chose to float away
into the Ether.
Verse 4
Someone said they saw her south
at the coast on the river's mouth,
but only briefly.
Cause she went quietly.
She didn't make a sound.
She went quietly
with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly
without a word of where.
"Forgetting is easier."
She went quietly.
She didn't make a sound.
She went quietly
with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly
without a word of where.
"Forgetting is easier."
Verse 5
Out of the blue, in the pouring rain,
to my doorstep, old and cold today she came,
with her story.
Verse 6
I asked her in, but she declined.
Had just one, single thing to get off her mind.
And, that was, "Sorry."