Matthew sings an unreleased song...

Part of me suspects
that the rest of me is made up of
the stories I couldn't sell
and the mysteries I couldn't quell

Half of me forgets
that history is made up of
the close-calls
we're willing to keep
we're willing to wander with

Most of me exists
for the mysteries
I came upon the stories
you hid and held
and the misbelief I couldn't tell

Lately I guess
that the in-between
is made for all the close-calls
I'm willing to keep
I'm willing to wander with

Since science leaves me silent
I'm left eyeless on an island...