Maybe there is something left
Inside this piece of charcoal.
Maybe there is one more chance
To burn with another.

Or maybe this is just
The last dream,
Before you crumble and fade
Into the black smoke.

That between lovers,
A silent understanding
Of everything that is
And will ever be.

That of unrequited love,
A broken truth never to be told,
Whispered only to ghosts
And the snow.

That between former lovers,
A silent pain of collapsing worlds.

And the last silence
When there's no reason to carry on
The one that screams and clings
To the last remnants
Of something to live for.

I still want to ki- - you
You took my l- -e
I am now just - -one
Lost with questions
- - -ken in your sea.