A taste of someone right before he goes The phony voice that shouts through your ringtones A wicked wind is blowing through your bones The fear of losing breath oh, how it grows Oh no, it doesn't end. Brush it off and start again. A call you made to someone that's now gone The life you wished you had and now it's done When lightning strikes the places we grew old The things you've learned to hate and things you loved Oh no, it doesn't end. Brush it off and start again.