our last conversation   died quietly on the line   somewhere between   "I miss you" and "goodbye"   in a home I can't remember   I stood and watched,   it turned darker   this is the same night      for all the bad feelings   that I can't pin   and all the wrecked memories   they drag in   this is the same night   this is the same night      guilt with its aftertaste of pain   has come here repeating your name   louder as the weather grows worse   until it washes away my frail nerves      for all the bad moods   that I can't pin   and all the sad memories   they drag in   there is a twin,   trying to find a way in      from the womb to this room   I've been suffering   the same nightmare   there's no one out there calling trying to find a way   trying to find a way back in   trying to find a way   trying to find a way back in