In his assumptions and dying symptoms
They consulted the wrecking arsons
The blade of origin on the pilgrimage
He compose her thoughts on those cardboards

They honor the knights, was it worth the fight
To initiate surrender?
He bleed on despair and gasping for air
Will she ever get better?

Every morning he wakes up from a dream
About her wife crashing into a tree
Too much alcohol to drink, he should be drowning in his porche
A lucid sanctuary

And the code of his face
Exiled from giving grace
He never misses, cradles choices he made
She is stuck in a glare, fortunate, breathing air
To a cage he was there
Imprisoned love affair

Two weeks of calling her
Ruined the photograph
Stalking the past
With shades of sepia

Mourning the reversed time
Talking to a broken line
Brown tears on her graveyard
It's too late, sepia

And I miss you, you missed the freedom
Outrageous, I was casted the outcome
The garden became a cemetery
To his dead love, abandoned the misery