No Hands by This Is The Door

the gold lights
bouncing off the water
the endless grey
the endless night
the smell of earth and sorrow
and how the fire kissed your hands
and how you drew back
an arrow for your lungs
you let it go and you felt nothing
I let it go and I felt nothing
I remember the smell of everything
my hands were cracked and dry
I knew in the dark there was something
I no longer wanted to try
I remember the way you would laugh
I remember the way you would cry
I remember the smile that left your face
and I remember the way I died

I remember your face
how you would cry
I remember the day
the day that I died