Yesterday I sat in wonder
At the flowers and the grave, still she's gone
Still she's gone
Now there are times I sit and ponder
Should I lament, kneel and pray and go on?
And go on

My tears have become my holy water
Stoking dead fires in empty rooms for so long, so wrong
Should I regret and always atone?
After all we all come in and go out alone, all alone

Even though it's not December
I feel that killing chill in me as it grows
It always grows but I say no
The garden that was you now lays fallow
The dust that is me now can't quench its thirst anymore, so long
I'm just a man that wants a ship to Heaven
To see her again and again
But I have no wings, no magical means
All I have are my memories

(Memories)
My tears became my holy water
I was stoking dead fires in empty rooms
For so long, so wrong (Memories, memories)
Should I regret or even atone?
After all we all come in and go out alone
I never trusted this life for a moment but I drank it in anyway
The wine-stained pages we each turn are often seen in black and white
And through the ages I've learned
To clear a space on the shelf and dust off the lies
To read every book and every last line and then burn the page