they will never understand our language 'cause we will never speak the words again. listen close and you can hear the echoes fade and disappear into the wind.
and i will miss you more than fire misses the air when it expires and suffocates from a lack, oh, a lack of oxygen.
are you standing at the drugstore counter, or are you on a bus that's going by? again i hear you walking close behind me. oh, listen to the crows as they take flight.
and i will miss you like an arm that's been removed but when it's gone, oh, i can still, still feel the pain. oh, just like you were there.
and i will miss you more than fire misses the air when it expires and suffocates from a lack, oh, a lack of oxygen. a lack of oxygen.