That january night
brought a storm i couldn't shun.
Foundations built on broken ground.
Any thoughts of a lesser love
would never be sung.
Dragged through a nightmare.
Awake with eyes sewn shut.
I'll write it all in my eyelids.
Be cause my imagination
is bound to what I se.
And all my time is wound to clocks that suddenly stopped.
As I'm waiting
for the rest of my life to return.
I've crossed many bridges to get here,
and there are none left to burn.
I am shipwrecked on this island.
Days come and go in silece.
Night pass torn in regret.
Every bone in my body
tries to make me forget.
That her scent no longer lingers between my bedsheets.
Just my rotting flesh.
How we must die
just a little
to know we're alive.
We say goodbye
and then go brittle
without knowing we've arrived.
Your heart sung louder
then my scream.
But what seemed to be a passing nightmare is a severed dream.
All my expectations
of what is real,
is caused by my fixation
on a world that is gone.
I'm left waiting for the rest of my life to return.
How we must die
just a little
to know we're alive.
Without knowing we're alright.
My failing voice
and a thousand words.
I try to sing her back.
To sing her back.
Are all i ever had to give.
Cause I believe these words will bring you back.
I tried to sing you back.

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