Two lovers in a star crossed boat
Dragged down by the red hand that seeks to choke
Two books lying side by side
All pages blackened from a secret fire
there was nothing I could do
One hand wanders where the other has gone
The phantom pain is still singing the saddest of songs.
Ink falls but the words come out hurt
Red stain remains where the shadow of you once stood
there was nothing I could do
That you somehow remember me. More from Declan De Barra