For whom the clock ticks

[Verse 1] Your coffee cup is cold now, floating in the morning light. Your coat still hangs like a ghost of you, and the walls breathe through the night. The room has turned to liquid, the windows lose their shape. I reach into the silence, but my hands come back with rain. [Chorus] A white, white world is turning, spinning slowly out of time. White flowers fall like snowflakes, and your shadow crosses mine. The clock keeps on ticking, but nothing moves inside. You vanished from the world, but you never left my mind. [Verse 2] The hours melt like candles, the days dissolve in blue. I walk through rooms of yesterday, still looking out for you. Sometimes I hear your footsteps where no footsteps can be heard. Sometimes your voice is everywhere, inside every little word. [Chorus] A white, white world is turning, spinning slowly out of time. White flowers fall like snowflakes, and your shadow crosses mine. The clock keeps on ticking, through this endless silent night. I am living in your absence, in a world drained of its light. [Bridge] And maybe love is stranger than the living ever know. Maybe death is not an ending, but a door we cannot open. So I carry you like starlight, like a fire beneath the snow. You are gone from my arms, my love— but you are everywhere I go. [Final Chorus] A white, white world is turning, and the flowers slowly fall. Your face is in the morning light, your memory fills it all. The clock keeps on ticking, while my broken heart still calls. Six months have passed without you, and I miss you through it all. [Outro] I love you, Arlette. I love you. I admire you. What a good, wise, sweet, loving woman you became. And somewhere beyond the ticking, beyond the flowers and the white, I hope you know, my Arlette— you are still the love of my life.