Wish you were here to calm down the storm Thoughts like these don't matter As I lay wreath on your tombstone Caressing and fondling is a thing of past For now it's only a walk Through our memory lane, that'll ever last.
And so being engulfed by frozen muteness Deciphering the Futility behind those promises Baselessness of those words And the Falsehood glorifying that assurance I finally decide to caress my seclusion...