Life among the land grew gray Love amongst lovers was lost This is what happened when you left Ice cream has many flavors Fried egg sandwiches are good sometimes Drinking beer is nice without shirts And pop is common slang for soda I use the contours of my palm to wipe the pain away It's a shame that I must subject my skin to it Hands washed white like milk Course skin like silk sheets Who did you touch while sleeping Who did you breathe while living As much as I don't believe in space, the distance is the only truth we had No regard for the feelings and no worship for times gone by We are no more Without you I will die No more love, no sorrow