And I never knew how loud the absence was 'til it was screaming in my ear
Under the covers where life slowed down
Counting the days with or without
Sometimes in the grey
Gotta get out
Hold on to what's left of you
I wait in a place you won't find again
Sifting through a life lived only then
Even the leaves change just before death
Is that all we have to give?
And I'm sending flowers made of signals that you might understand
And I'll take the world I knew and crush it in the palm of your hand
I'm adrift in your indifference, sharpening my limerence, cutting through (pointed at you)
Hold on to what's left of you
I wait in a place you won't find again
Sifting through a life lived only then
Even the leaves change just before death
Is that all we have to give?