The depths of the toothless night mends old wounds:
Graves, as old as the earth...
and your skin beneath it all.
''This love is just a phase you will grow out of when you die.''
Like the stones beneath the water
you used to walk on to be taller.
Like the hands you stuck together
when you prayed to wait forever.
This bleak night's hand,
and your words inside my soul.
Sunlight falls where shadows touch,
as life, for all its anguish, is ours alone.
It belongs to noone.
Another fragile morose heart.
I would have died for you if only you had asked me to,
as you followed me into this darkness of the last sun.
We wear our own faults, our own fractures.
That's why I loved you and I always will.
Cold is the soul that left its path.
It has been so long since you left.
Graves, as old as the earth...
and your skin beneath it all.
''This love is just a phase you will grow out of when you die.''
Like the stones beneath the water
you used to walk on to be taller.
Like the hands you stuck together
when you prayed to wait forever.
This bleak night's hand,
and your words inside my soul.
Sunlight falls where shadows touch,
as life, for all its anguish, is ours alone.
It belongs to noone.
Another fragile morose heart.
I would have died for you if only you had asked me to,
as you followed me into this darkness of the last sun.
We wear our own faults, our own fractures.
That's why I loved you and I always will.
Cold is the soul that left its path.
It has been so long since you left.