Sad (a.k.a. Letter to the Dead, rough mix, Binaural outtake, 2000)
All the photographs were peeling and colors turned to gray He stayed... in his room with memories for days He faced... an undertow of futures laid to waste Embraced... by the loss of what he could not replace
There is no reason that she passed And there is no god with a plan It's sad... and his loneliness is proof It's sad... he could only love you It's sad
The door swings to a passing fable A fate we may delay We say... holding on...delivered in our own brace He let em as he laid in bed hoping that dreams would bring her back It's sad... and his loneliness is proof It's sad... he could only love you It's sad
Holding his last breath Believing... he'll make his way But she's not forgotten He's haunted...he's searching for escape
If just one wish could bring her back It's sad... and his lonliness is proof It's sad... he will always love you It's sad