Northern november

There are whispers, ones that let me in on the upcoming,
I watched and listened, ready to take hold the sight,
to take over the whole damn night
I stay buried from the loss that killed me across
Never go away, hold her tightly and I love hard than I can
Only one way down

The voices are calling me, outside in.
They hold the misery from breaking in.

With hours left and the light at the end is dimmer than,
I watched and listened, leaving without losing tonight,
Her breath on skin by candlelight
I'll take the loss from my face and leave grace in its trace.
Never go away, hold her tightly
And I love harder than I can.
Only one way out The voices are calling me, outside in
They hold the misery from breaking in.
And one day after the rain, the loss sinks in.
The photographs are alone withstand.

One day after the rain, when the loss sinks in
The photographs are alone to uphold and withstand
One day after the rain...capsized in the sea of your scent
One day after the rain...when abandonment is my closest friend

The voices are calling me, outside in
They hold the misery from breaking in

One day after the rain, loss sinks in.
The photographs are alone to withstand.