
The mind goes blank
And you have no more links
To put into ink
Nor blue or pink
Like a finger
That no longer fits
That wedding ring
Which you now hold
In a necklace around your neck

The mind goes blank
And you have no more links
To put into ink
Nor blue or pink
Like a finger
That no longer fits
That wedding ring
Which you now hold
In a necklace around your neck