My dead fingers still grasp your cold heart
In a ceremonial cross fingered sense
I'm clutching these items of tattered art
to my frozen ribs, in aggressive defence.
I'm squeezing the space in my chest
Fragmented shards have clung to my skin
Each turn cuts, Each move means to repress
My eyes they are closed, from what could have been.
Wishing to stay secure in this tenement
From the anchor thats holding me down
My arms they are straining around sentiment
That is lost far deep underground.
So my lungs they are filling with dirt
And each breath is taking a step towards a lack
Of light from the curtains, to hurt
A line of pure sun across a beaten back.
That If i look at, I'll be leaving who you were
I'll be abandoning, If i look further to shore
The pieces that you've left to stir
These fragments that reach up from the floor.
Reaching to my stolen heart,
Wait there, because deep down I am hollow
But I welcome the eclipse to a start
It hides you, so that I can no longer follow.
Because your smile is confirmation
That time isn't actually standing still
400 days, have passed without hesitation
Yet I still looked back as I stumbled downhill.