My soul is litter on a highway
I hold my eyes closed with my hands because I don't want you to see
Oh, how it was useful before
Now merely disgarded debris
Garbage that is still in love with you

My words that sound so sweet
I whisper delicate meaning because I lack the strength to scream
Oh, how I used to sing before
Now I'm only crying into clouds
Raindrops that burn and blow sideways

My heart is a broken sun
Rising still in my body and crossing the sky in your mind
Oh, how it used to give you warmth
Now the winters coming
And the sun is a cruel reminder

My love is a pile of ashes
Fragmented and distorted as a garden with no flowers
Oh, how it used to hold such scent
It used to live inside you
And as a phoenix it will live again