now that you’re gone things don’t seem the same
i may just have to give them different names
like:
soaking wet blanket for the sky
and faded black stars for your eyes

now that you’re gone things don’t look the same
as if the pictures found another frame
the memories alone must take care
the wind doesn’t mess up your hair

death is just the moment
when the dying ends
death is just the moment
when the dying ends
when the dying ends

eef barzelay