Lisa Rose

Lyrics

Afterwit (L’espirit de l’escalier) ©
Table for two with a view, mounting expectations.
Clattering room, techno tunes drowning conversations.
Your heart in hand, his snarky observations.
Moment lost, gone forever; words not tossed, perhaps for better.
Lines not crossed, hold your tongue and stare until
a glass of wine spills, all goes still, think it’s time for leaving.
Call for the bill, sudden chill, grab your coat still reeling.
Close the door, so sore and disbelieving.
Afterwit (why not answer). Show some grit (still no answer).
Throw a fit; hold your tongue and stare until
those words left unsaid fill your head, drive night mad and sleepless.
Comebacks they’d dread flood your bed, overwhelm the weakness.
Dialogues that flare and blare in secret.
Moment lost, gone forever; words untossed, perhaps for better.
Lines not crossed, hold your tongue and stare until
Afterwit (why not answer). Show some grit (still no answer).
Throw a fit; hold your tongue and stare into the night.