Woorden: Enchant. At Death's Door.

I run my desperate trembling hands
Along the floor where you once walked
Fighting tears that come from loss
I brave the rooms where we once talked

You took a part of me
I never can reclaim
Your spirit's in my heart
But you know it's not the same

Straining to beat this blur of tears
Swollen eyes beg for my dead friend
Reminiscing with a photograph
Drives home what was won't be again

I will to guarantee
My reason will prevail
Pain breeds the need for make believe
To soothe a heart that's fail

Like a windup clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night

I drop down to my knees
And plead with the sky
Of course it does no good
But I'll give anything a try

Gazing, thinking, standing on a cliff
That guards the blue-green of the sea
I accept the blueprint of the world
That all must pass away that's come to be

You meant so much to me
That's why there's all this pain
So much improved from our exchange
It will never be same

Like a windup clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night

Like a windup clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer loss at death's door
We all suffer loss at death's door
As surely day changes into night