Weeping in F Sharp Minor

I walk through the blue light, carrying the rain

Every quiet corner still remembers your name

The room is a shadow, the night opens wide

And I hear my own heart breaking somewhere inside

I hold on to echoes

That fade in my hands

Like smoke from a candle

Like sinking sand

I'm weeping in the silence

Calling out your ghost

Lost in the afterglow

Of what I loved most

If your love was a tide

Then mine was the sea

Now I'm just a shoreline of what used to be

The clock keeps its distance

The hours drift by

A silver moon hanging low in the sky

Your laugh is a whisper

I can't put to rest

It blooms like a wound

In the center of my chest

I hold on to echoes

The fate in my hands

Like smoke from a candle

Like cyclone sand

I'm waiting in the silence

Calling out your ghost

Lost in the afterglow

Of what I loved most

If your love was a tide

The mind knows the sea

And I'm just a shoreline of what used to be

And maybe one morning the eagle will grow light

Maybe the dark will surrender to light

But tonight I am fragile

Tonight I still break

Under the weight of the words I can't take

I'm weeping in the silence

Calling out your ghost

Lost in the astroglobe

Of what I loved most

If your love was a tide

And mine was the sea

Now I'm just a shoreline of what used to be

I'm weeping in the silence, fading slowly away

Holding a moonlit rose that never could stay