Nothing To Say
Paul Baribeau Lyrics


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I remember the way you felt
Your bathing suit was still wet
When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on
And I never got it back.

The sky looked like a watercolor wash
a hot-pink-orange sunset.
And maybe I should have told you how I felt
but I never thought you would believe it.
I figure it is too late now, and
it's sad to think about.

I remember the way you kissed
It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz.
We layed our sleeping bags side-by-side
In whatever town that was.

The sky was soft in pale pastels
Right before the sun came up.

And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.

I remember the way you laughed
but I try not to think about that.
I remember the night you called and said
you you were tired of being sad
well so was I.
Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
all in shades of grey and black.

And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you




Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.

Overall Meaning

The song "Nothing to Say" by Paul Baribeau is a poignant reflection on lost love and missed opportunities. The lyrics describe a series of memories of a past relationship, complete with specific details that bring each scene to life. From the wet bathing suit and borrowed sweatshirt to the warm and tender kisses, Baribeau paints a vivid picture of a time when everything seemed possible. The singer realizes now that he should have confessed his feelings to this person, but he didn't believe they would be reciprocated. Now it's too late, and all he has left are bittersweet memories. The final lines of the song suggest a sense of futility and resignation: the singer acknowledges that he could try to reach out to this person, but any attempt would be meaningless because there's nothing left to say.


Overall, "Nothing to Say" is a heart-wrenching reflection on the fragility of love and the pain of regret. Despite the specific details that make the song feel so personal and real, the themes it explores are universal and relatable. The lyrics capture the sense of longing that can accompany the memory of lost love, as well as the sense of resignation that comes with knowing that there's nothing left to be done.


Line by Line Meaning

I remember the way you felt
I have a vivid memory of the way you made me feel.


Your bathing suit was still wet
I recall that your bathing suit was still damp from swimming.


When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on
I remember how you sought warmth by wearing my sweatshirt.


And I never got it back.
You never gave it back to me, but I don't mind because it reminds me of you.


The sky looked like a watercolor wash
The sky had a beautiful, dreamy quality to it, like a watercolor painting.


a hot-pink-orange sunset.
The sunset had a warm, vibrant color palette of oranges and pinks.


And maybe I should have told you how I felt
Perhaps I should have expressed my feelings to you at the time.


but I never thought you would believe it.
But I doubted that you would believe me even if I did tell you.


I figure it is too late now, and
I realize that it's too late to do anything about it now,


it's sad to think about.
and it makes me feel sad to reminisce.


I remember the way you kissed
I have a clear memory of how you kissed me.


It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz.
It felt warm, soft, and comforting, like the sound of a distant thunderstorm.


We laid our sleeping bags side-by-side
We placed our sleeping bags next to each other.


In whatever town that was.
I can't remember the name of the town where we did this.


The sky was soft in pale pastels
The sky had a gentle, muted color scheme of pale pastels.


Right before the sun came up.
Just before the sun rose over the horizon.


And I could call out your name
I still remember your name and it's easy to say it out loud.


but the sound would never reach you
But I know that no matter how loud I called, you would never hear me.


Or I could call you on the phone
I could try to contact you by phone.


and have nothing to say.
But I would have no idea what to say if I did reach you.


I remember the way you laughed
I can still hear the sound of your laughter in my memories.


but I try not to think about that.
But it hurts too much to dwell on it now.


I remember the night you called and said
I can still recall the evening when you called me and told me something.


you were tired of being sad
You expressed to me that you were exhausted from feeling miserable all the time.


well so was I.
I felt exactly the same way as you did.


Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
On most nights, everything appears dull and lifeless, like smeared charcoal.


all in shades of grey and black.
I see no colors, only different shades of grey and black.




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