It's a song, It's a place
It's a word, It's a phrase
It's a scent, familiar face
It's a breeze on a perfect day
It's a birth, it's a wedding
It's a joke that I'm forgetting
It's something I said, that I'm regretting
It's the silence as the sun is setting
The world keeps getting colder
My fire begins to smolder
Though the pain is never over
I thought I felt your hand on my shoulder
Yes it hurts, it always does
It's a cruel world without your love
But when I'm here, like a drug
I find comfort in the burning blood
