Eddie I know, it's hard to let go of an echo
My hand on the stove, your face on my phone: a memento
And that's all that I have left
An idea, a memory compressed
But you were life sized, and you had brown eyes, I won't forget

Mom, is it real?
Now the dust of his bones in a jar in my home won't reveal anything
And that's all that I have left
A love, an entire life compressed
But he was life sized, and he had brown eyes, I won't forget

Eddie I see through the fog of disease you're still with me
Eddie it's me, I am falling in love with the mystery