Then came the days when we shouldn't have said
All the things that we said to each other in bed
Burning the time, beneath the sheets we would hide
Because we couldn't admit not seeing each other again
But I was in the deepest of wells
(...)
You wake up when this ends
Fireworks damp and the bitter face
Seasons passed, walls of time
Now that bed is the great divide
(...)
All this time I thought what it takes to run
Through this life, the lengths we go to remain futile.
Are we there?
The shapes we left in the bed blurred off
Is this Death?
It's getting hard to remember your face
