Open grave the look sweeps on
Watching the boy who was never born
On his face my shadow falls
Why can’t I touch him anymore?
The grave’s blood on my face
The grave’s blood in my veins
My hand comes up against a stone
While it’s looking for your grip
As I am reading out your name
And all the years you’ve lived
The grave’s blood on my face
The grave’s blood in my veins
I haven’t seen you but i do now
You couldn’t reach for the surface
Like a phoenix from the fire
You resurrect from my stories
I don’t miss you
I couldn't miss you at all
I love you even I don’t know you and I
Miss nothing but the never-happened memories