| You were my mortality |
| In your absence, what is left to fear? |
| The remedy to my muted mind |
| To be blind is to see after all this time (All this time) |
| Stuck in a stasis |
| Stagnant (Stagnant, stagnant) |
| Moments and words compound into days |
| Days turn to years and here I stayed |
| I like it here everything has its place |
| Everything has its place but us |
| What is there left to feel once you’ve sank into the depths of love? |
| Blessed by the touch of the girl with the gift of Midas |
| Witness to her grace as she creates and kills all she passes |
| Fingers fractured by touch |
| Skin embraced becomes corrupt |
| Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? |
| Don’t you have anything left to say? |
| Like how I shouldn’t blame myself? |
| Regardless of how many years too late it is for that to help |
| A single second of clarity |
| How should I survive my darkest days? |
| Without you to show me the way |
| Show me the way |
| Show me |
| Show me the way (Show me the way) |
| Without direction and in dismay |
| Go |
| I cannot be the one that you need (That you need) |
| And this phase of failure is sure to claim |
| All of the good things that we ever made (We ever made) |
| And once your voice is gone, you’ll just be a face, you’ll just be a name |
| I know you only ever wanted what was best for me |
| And if intentions were actions, we wouldn’t speak |
| And if shame could be measured, this would take all day |
| All for a few words I’d rather not say |