Closed.

Hearts closed but still beating
my tongue's written words it keeps repeating
but you and I are not to be
unless we seek tragedy.

There was a small chance long ago to last
but that's been swallowed by the past
The only cure is to move on
and stop playing the same old song.

Dizzy with nonsense and another
The only way is to be my brother
and truth be told there will be another him
so its time to stop singing your hopes in a hymn.

SITB