[Verse 1] Certain songs of mine I no longer play. Not because they are no longer beautiful, But because You no longer Breathe inside them. I reread every love letter You ever sent me, One by one. Yet now You are far away, As quiet as Alaskan snow. [Verse 2] I look again At every portrait I painted of you, One by one. Yet now They wear different faces, As changeable as Summer rain. I search for you In every room of the house. Only A white candle burns. I search for you In the deepest silence. Only The echo Of my own heartbeat. (my own heartbeat…) [Verse 3] You once said You would never let go. Yet now I no longer hold you In the palms of my hands. Perhaps You became a butterfly. Or a bird of freedom. Or perhaps You returned To the deep blue— The deep blue. (deep blue…) The deep blue. [Outro]
