You put your hand on top of mine,
You’re talking fast but talking blind,
And i cant bring myself to meet your eyes,
Cause death is slowly covering you and galaxies are black and blue,
And when under your skin all these colours bloom,
And you only have you like someone left,
A frail body and took the rest.

But i remember when you were strong,
And never wanted help from no one,
What you become is not who i remember,
Is this the cooling of the embers.

She’s back again through summers passed,
The smell of the rain and fleshly cut grass,
Seems those ordinary day are the ones that last,
Oh cause he was there, the one you loved,
The one you never could let go of,
And theres something you know as your looking now,
But you only have you like someone left,
A frail body and stole the rest.

But i remember when you were strong,
Never wanted help from no one,
What you become is not who i remember,
Is this the cooling of the embers.

Is this the cooling of the embers,
Cause you are not who i remember,
Its like you were a child, you were a child,
You were a child once more,
And all of our yesterdays have gone.

You put your hand on top of mine,
You’re talking fast but talking blind,
And i cant bring myself to meet your eyes.