I have nothing left to hear
I'm chasing all the words
But everything you say I only see
When I mention how I love you
It's all I do, even as I stray
I'm not sure I still believe
Than a place we've been before
We'll draw and drag it on
I'm telling you I'm trying
I want nothing more to doubt
Which of yourselves is truly gone?
You're still there, still as you were
It is as if there's no time at all
Every pleasure burned to the wick
A quiet picture drawn each day before it ends
Which of yourselves is truly gone?
You're still there, still as you were
WRITERS
Christopher M. Taylor, Christopher Robert Bear, Daniel Raphael Rossen, Edward Droste