The Defeat of the Emerald Weapon

It's a word, It's a phrase
It's a song, It's a place
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 what I didn't say now I'm regretting
It's the silence as the sun is setting

My world keeps getting colder
As your fire begins to smolder
Though this 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

It's a reminder that you're still living in my blood