they will never understand our language
'cause we will never speak the words again.
listen close and you can hear the echoes
fade and disappear into the wind.
and i will miss you more than fire
misses the air when it expires and suffocates
from a lack, oh, a lack of oxygen.
are you standing at the drugstore counter,
or are you on a bus that's going by?
again i hear you walking close behind me.
oh, listen to the crows as they take flight.
and i will miss you like an arm
that's been removed
but when it's gone,
oh, i can still, still feel the pain.
oh, just like you were there.
and i will miss you more than fire
misses the air when it expires and suffocates
from a lack, oh, a lack of oxygen.
a lack of oxygen.
they will never understand.