I won't hear you breathe During the night. My left arm is useless, My hipbones need replacing. I make three cups of morning tea When six was once the norm. When songs we knew so well are heard, They don't sound the same: This has gone on far too long, I'm spinning on refrain.
I won't see your breath When you're in the winter air; I can't forget the way you looked Retiring up the stairs, You required lead time, Before you'd be mine, In the hollowness, Somehow bottomless, Heartfelt phantom pains.