From memories past
And dreams long shattered like glass,
I feel obliged to hide
From the little bits and pieces that will cut wide
Revealing what's inside

The essence that stains the dirt.
The shadow that hides the hurt.

From memories past
And dreams that did not last,
In the shadows of my memory
Of you only a shell remains.
A shell as transparent as a window pane.
The shadow that illuminates
the shell that remain
Carries with it a lingering stain.

The essence that stains the dirt.
The shadow that hides the hurt.