He said he loved me today
Just like he always does
So filled with passion and life, even as a ghost
But I, I cannot make the voyage
For I am not the same
And I could not possibly follow
For I am made of more delicate light
Spun on the wheel of the old widow
Who mourns in the house of solitude
As she sings a lullaby of loss.
Oh! How I wish I could travel to the lands beyond
Yet remain bound by love and memory
Secretly craving the easy escape
Wishing on every star for passage into heaven
And yet I know one thing I shall be guaranteed
These scars shall be my first class ticket
On that midnight train to hell.
I mourn for true love lost
For I shall never see him again
And my last thoughts shall be of him
My last word his name
For I am fading, fading faster
And in my mind one last memory
