Cool eyes
Cold like ice
It's cliché
He spoke in a way
that made him a little older
a little wiser
I still remember the beginning
the day we lost him
I cried
and I couldn't hear anyone around me
The moon turned blue
Aqua
I won't be able to see him
I still forget
I try and call his number

I send him letters
wish him goodnight

I see him in the warm light
of the mornings

And in the pale moonlight
reflecting

I remember the beginning
now I'm living in his dream