So in time it grows: the absence I don't want to know, but I know
The feeling of my skin on snow, the cold seeps in

On a different plane maybe we would never know this pain
Maybe we would have been born the same age
Maybe this is just the way you show me nothing goes away

I've been feeling well, but then I feel so bad again, then it quells
Then my world is shattering, oh well
I will never understand the swell

I don't want to write another empty eulogy out of spite
Another song of you and me every night
I don't want this - I want the light to return

Are you listening? Can you hear the feathers fall from the wing?
Can you hear my throat go raw when I sing, when I tell you what the day brings?