Из альбома: Tenebrae
I don't remember when you left me
I'll admit those days were miles form sober
I was not myself and so I share the blame
But no one told me the 11th hour had come and passed
So you should have kissed me one last time
I wish you had hovered over me
And even if I turned away
You should have held me a little longer that day
For the nights are lonesome enough
What are mornings made but for mourning?
And I dawn I dreamt that life was a breaking wave
We suffer upon the shores before rolling back to the sea
And your shore that breaks all form
Is the same shoreline that shapes each beginning
When I awoke your side of the bed was made
You were long gone as if on the ebb tide of a sea
Never mind the garbage you left behind
Forget the direction that you're traveling
More haunting has been the silence the silence of solitaire
And to you I could become as light as nothing at all
And the garbage dump is nearly full
And your closet's all but empty
Though I have some pictures of you on the wall
Your beauty is dimmed and you smile has lost its bite
Like a requiem for the trash
Remembrances linger casting long shadows
Just like your side of the bed still accosts to your warmth
And the dead can not arise again
And your side of the bed shall forever remain unmade