Pistol shots and lights at dawn
And one fine day you'll find her gone
All the ghosts they come for me
Make her cry a little and cover them up
Broken clocks and bathroom tides
But one fine day old mountains rise
Cupboard doors and garden gates
And deep inside some glacier waits
And what in the world did I do then
Its only late for a while
Its only scent your skin
What in the world do I do to resist
Its only seventy inches and where do I go
I know nothing is changing but it's gone
Its really gone
I know it's not really life till it's gone wrong
There must be a reason
All the lives that I forgot
And one fine day you'll find her gone
All the nights they run from me
Make her sigh a little and gather them in
And what in the world do I do then
Its only late for a while
Its only breath on your skin
And what in the world do I do to be strong
Its only seventy inches and where do I go
I know nothing is changing
But it's gone it's really gone
I know it's not really life till it's all gone
And there must be a reason
There must be a reason
