She was his autumn mornings
And a tear on his lonely eye
A dream for each slumber
And a season on every smile
While tomorrow never raised
And the beginning wasn't the end
She fasted his daylight
Without missing what she never had
Prudent as the moon when the day arrives
There remains their trace
Guiding each other's soul steps
Far from the night's puddle face
Wild courage repressed to breath
Holding the fire to end the storm
Linger a while inside their cry
With the sin once denied
Light would be seen again
Hope wouldn't die in the day
Eventually disappeared the day after
Delivering themselves to the past
Sorrow can't drown all memories
Nor f**ing poisoned thoughts
Reach the lovely sounds
Of those familiar voices