I watch you stare into space
At memories I want to get my hands on
Your fingers trace whispers of
Two souls cut from the same cloth
And how one became a moon drop
Due to budget cuts
The light at the end of the tunnel was turned off
And dreams were dreamt in black and white
Time no longer moved by mood to moment
Living by the currents and planning by the tide
Following the sun
Now it moves hour by hour
Each day is something to survive
Merely exist
Trying to hold onto something that's already gone
And I can see that you will never close your eyes again
For the person whom you belonged with
No longer exists