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