The Ceiling, The City, and Me Video (MV)

Somewhere between the ceiling
And the sounds of the city
I'm clinging to long-lost words
They've never been said
And they poison my head
Just knowing what they could've done
It's been a few years
And I should be good and clear
Of these thoughts consuming my mind
When I left on that day
I wish I had stayed
To say what I'll never get to say
It's a sickness of grief
Of utter disbelief
For the words that I never said
Notes never played
To a song never sang
But somehow I know the tune
Over again
It plays in my head
Flamenco and Steel Guitar
Simple and sweet
With a Waltz 3|4 beat
The words they move real slow
It plays all the time
Like this fool's heart of mine
Plays itself on repeat
It's a song filled with grief
And utter disbelief
For words that I never said