silent dreams are memories we grieve
romance, flowers, love-songs, dreams
picking up the pieces you left behind, I was your man
but deep down in my heart I\'m still that troubled boy
remembering how you spent all your money on cocaine
we had dreams of being a poet and it hurts so bad
seeing you fade into the dark and knowing we can never get it back
the echo echoes deep inside of me
I\'ve tried to see it through, but the nights are getting longer
and I have too much stress overflowing in my nervous system
I light a cigarette and pour myself a drink and my tired bones weep
nothing can alleviate the pain of loss, the nostalgia of abandoned supermarkets
I put the cherry pie in the oven and forget about it
and when the sun sets over the water, I come back to your shore
more broken than I was before
I stare at the walls
the brushstrokes of this hospital light, tides folding into wedding night blues
I dream of packing my things and running away when the day gets dark
I get up and put on my shiny black shoes just to walk the streets
like a masochist in a looking glass
changing the lock to my heart, I will never let you back in
just to abandon me in this emptiness with my glass half full
there is no Heaven without you, but I\'d rather drown than forgive you
I\'d rather drown than forgive you.