I woke up to find you had gone
Your scent on my pillow remained
Tomorrow we were to be wed
(Chorus:)
Him: The memory's still clear, the memory's still clear.
Her: Does he even know that I'm gone? Doesn't he know I'll never come home?
Or maybe you never were there
Your scent was just part of my dream
These dreams are common as of late
(Repeat Chorus)
A moment please
To sort out these
Memories, memories (She's...)
A requiem
A plea for grace
To see your face, to see your face (Gone)