Every photograph is peeling the colors turn to gray, this day there is always memories for days, these days an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced by the loss of one he could not replace and there's no reason that she'd pass and there is no god with the plan, it's sad and his holiness is proof, it's said he could only know how you have sinned the world swings through a passing fable a fate we made a way, we say holding on, live within our own ways he lit a match, he laid in bed hoping their dreams will bring her back, it's sad and his holiness is proof, they said he could only love you, it's said oh in his last breath, believing he'll make his way if she's not forgotten he's haunted he's searching for escape if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent and his holiness is proof, it's said