The hours pass and n o th ing moves my senses anymore
I sit inside my sleepless head behind a swinging door
The road is long, my feet are cold and breathing seems to be
The only thing that I can do to let you go of me
For what my words have done to us I may not ever know
But if I had to guess I'd say they turned you into snow
It will not melt again until I put you in the past
And hold myself above the things I didn't want to ask
Where there was once a human life there stands a figurine
An artist came and left me here to eulogize the scene