New bed sheets, new bed spread
still can't erase the memory of your scent...

Standing here on the corner where we met
seeing the faces of people we once loved...

Its hard to watch you slip away
ragged with telltale signs of age...

He's nothing more than a broken man
clinging to these shards of glass...

They're screaming my name
a siren's call orchestrated for me alone...

Let's lay across the sunset,
and watch the colors collide...

My feet have grown weary
from running on this path of glue...

The harden faces of newly bred soldiers
synchronized they march through the streets...

I stumbled over our picture today
Grand station shined in the background...

Eyes have dulled
limp fingers loosing their hold...

At every corner it's there
its silhouette out lining every turn...

Stop dreaming as if death itself wasn't dying
You are falling in love with the wrong words...