Perfect time, great conversation

yesterday, i got a lot to say
instead of saying, i chose to listen
and i kept listening till the very last word
my own words, they really could wait

as the words came out, i noticed something
something i couldn't define,
something i could just feel it
warmth, tenderness, loneliness

i felt there was an empty part inside that shell
that strong shell, it seemed so fragile
and i was afraid of touching the wrong side
a little crack, and that would be an awful picture

so tell me now...
just tell me how
the empty part, i really want to fill it up
cause it deserves a completeness

and i listen
just keep saying,
keep telling me everything
and i will listen

and now...
i've still got a lot to say
but i think it's not today
and it's okay