I have lost the sound.
Deep within the winter ground.
All have passed with the autumn,
Laid under cold stones.
The marks for memory,
So from time to time,
We can stop and say hi.
Its sad really,
That i only hear it here.
With your passing the tune went still.
Now i sit alone on the hill,
Where we watched stars,
Reflected back in your eyes.
And when the weight of life's to much,
And I'm feeling out of touch.
I can close my eyes,
And sit in stones.
Feel you near me not alone,
So when im feeling down,
Ill calm myself with your sound.