Bending Spoons

I'm bending spoons, reminded of the love I felt

When I was young, the streets where we would run and play

Are empty now, I hope that I can find my way back home tonight

And if I get lost, tell me I'll be alright

No time to talk, or say what you mean

It looks like it's locked and you don't have the key

So go away and don't forget to write

I won't hear you say what's gone is out of sight

If I could talk, I probably wouldn't have to say much

Understood, the saddest part is still to come