Light a candle for the version of me That loved you in Another Century I don't know your name But I know your hands This isn't new This isn't real This is something older Than anything I feel Still devoted Still devoted Even now Something follows me Through every dark room The shape of you Like a wound that won't close I've tried to bury it Tried to let it decompose But devotion doesn't die This isn't new This isn't real This is something older Than anything I feel Still devoted Still devoted Even now
