pistol shots and lights at dawn and one fine day you'll find her gone all the ghosts they come for me make her cry a little and cover them up broken clocks and bathroom tides but one fine day old mountains rise cupboard doors and garden gates and deep inside some glacier waits and what in the world did i do then its only late for a while its only scent your skin what in the world do i do to resist its only seventy inches and where do i go
i know nothing is changing but its gone its really gone
i know its not really life till its gone wrong there must be a reason
all the lives that i forgot and one fine day you'll find her gone all the nights they run from me make her sigh a little and gather them in
and what in the world do i do then its only late for a while its only breath on your skin and what in the world do i do to be strong its only seventy inches and where do i go
i know nothing is changing but its gone its really gone i know its not really life till its all gone and there must be a reason there must be a reason