All the photographs are peeling, and colors turn to gray, he's stayin'.
In his room with memories for days, he faced.
An undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced.
By the loss of one he could not replace.

And there's no reason that she'd pass.
And there is no god with the plan, it's sad.
And his loneliness is proof, it's sad.
He could only love you, it's sad.

The door swings through a passing fable.
A fate we may delay, we say.
Holding on, to live within our embrace.

Eleven nights, he laid in bed.
Hoping that dreams would bring her back, it's sad.
And his loneliness is proof, it's sad.
He could only love you, it's sad.

Holding his last breath, believing.
He'll make his way.
But she's not forgotten.
He's haunted.
He's searching for escape.

If just one wish could bring her back, it's sent.
And his holiness is proof, it's sad.
He will always love you, it's sad.