First thing to go, was the sound of his voice, ah
It echoes still, I'm sure, but I can't hear it
Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise, I
Heard what I wanted, until I couldn't
And I'm scared to lose
What's left of you
Time moves slow, I just talk to myself
I finish my own sentences, the way you used to
Why do memories glow, the way real moments don't? Ah
My altar is full of all love's delusions
And I, mmm
And I, mmm
And I'm scared to lose
What's left of you
And I should forget
But I love what's left
The first thing to go was the sound of his voice