In darkness, a flare, your shadow on my skin. That voice of yours runs through my veins. I am the memory of the reds, silent, but burning. Your vanished gesture still lives inside me. Among the stars, your name whispers softly. My heart moves in your rhythm, following your quiet steps. I am the memory of the reds, silent, but burning. Your vanished gesture still lives inside me. I no longer ask, I know your footsteps. The silence carries the outline of your presence. A soul adrift in soft twilight, chasing after your glow. I understand you without words, you resound in I am the memory of the reds, silent, but burning. Your vanished gesture still lives inside me. The final breath of stillness, your silhouette remains. And I, always, sing to you.
