I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures
Are all I can feel
Remembering you, fallen into my arms,
Crying for the death of your heart.
You were stone white, so delicate,
Lost in the cold.
You were always so lost in the dark.
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Remembering you, fallen into my arms,
Crying for the death of your heart.
You were stone white, so delicate,
Lost in the cold.
You were always so lost in the dark.
If only I’d thought of the right words.