1. Exult

From the recording As You Believed


It’s a game we used to playIn the days when neither one of us knew we’d meet and grow apart some day.You want me to say that I’m ashamed, a victory in what?A stupid, childish, game.But I got in the last word, Your angry silence was the last thing I heard.You forgot rule number one,Your guard slipped and I won, I won.And it almost feels the same:I’m eight years old again and I just slammed the door on my best friend.I won’t have to hear I’m wrong againOh it seemed so important then, and now.I got in the last word…After all it seems a fitting wayFor something stunted anyway to so abruptly die.Whatever lived between us stopped growingLong before it reached the age of a mature goodbye.That’s why I got in the last word…